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Shrugging she nodded towards the kitchen where their parents were talking. “They’ll be like them. Kissing and hugging all the time.”

“Is that a bad thing?” he asked.

Shaking her head at him “I guess not.” The relief in his face made her smile. She knew her brother as a cuddly type and liked to give hugs to everyone he met. “It’s just different when it’s your teacher or parents.”

“Why?” he asked “I like hugs. Why can’t they just because they’re big?”

She hadn’t thought about it like that “maybe it changes as you get older. Like you like something then you don’t then you do again.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” he protested going back to his book.

“Maybe,” she sighed, resuming her vigil at the window.

Getting up from the couch Dominic took a step towards the kitchen then stopped. “Aren’t you coming?”

“I’m not hungry,” she sighed, crossing her arms.

A moment later K.C. put a hand on her forehead “are you feeling alright?”

“Just not hungry,” she mumbled.

“He’ll be home later tonight,” K.C. smiled at his daughter. “You can ask him over and you can play monopoly.” He smiled as her eyes grew bright at the prospect. He never liked the game but with so few luxury items around the kids enjoyed it.

Throwing her arms around him you’re the best dad ever.”

Staring out the window Sora sighed. “What’s wrong?” her brother asked looking up from his book.

“Nothing,” she sighed again watching the house next door.

“They went over to Harley’s house for dinner,” Dominic informed her. “Ashton says that Chelsea likes Blaze’s dad.”

“Eew,” she wrinkled her nose “that’s gross.”

“What’s that?” Dominic asked, frowning confusing shing his blue eyes “darkness isn’t a person. It’s just what happens when the lights go out.”

“I don’t know. They stop talking when they see me,” he swiped a hand across his eyes “I’m really scared. I heard Daddy tell Logan he’s afraid he’s slipping into a coma.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s where he goes into a deep sleep and he never wakes up. He was in one when I was a baby that lasted two years.” Tears trickled down his cheeks.

“You man it’s like he’s dead?”

Nodding face crumpling as he thought about it. “I don’t want him to go into a coma.”

“No they’re not,” Sora shook her head sending her long dark hair flying in all directions “I’m older.”

Eyes on the chess board “how would you like it if Blaze decided he couldn’t play with you because he was older?” He moved his piece to block Luke’s knight.

“Blaze wouldn’t do that,” she stomped her foot “why couldn’t we have gone over there instead?”

“Sora,” K.C’s tone changed, a warning that she should drop the subject. “You know we were invited over here first.” While he waited for Luke to make his move he turned to his daughter “if you keep this up you won’t be going over tomorrow either.”

“Fine,” she stomped towards Ashton’s room. She stopped outside the partially closed door listening to their low voices.

“What’s wrong with your dad?” Dominic asked “he’s always writing stuff down instead of talking.”

“Sora sweetie it’s not nice to sulk at someone else’s house,” Kyle tried to cajole his daughter from the window where she’d been standing for the past hour.

“It’s alright,” Easton said, “the boys are having fun at least.” He smiled hearing the excited giggles coming from the room above their heads. “Maybe you want to join them, it has to be more fun than staring out the window.”

“They’re boys,” she huffed as if that was reason enough to stare out the window.

“Emily’s playing with them,” K.C. said from where he sat playing chess with Luke.

“That doesn’t count,” she rolled her eyes “she’s a baby and they’re little boys.”