Chapter 8 A Tea Party

Third Person's POV

Harris groans, before letting out an annoyed breath and glaring at his father.

"That was a cheap shot! Now get off me!"

Asher laughed as he climbed off his son's back and pulled Harris to his feet. Harris growled at his father and jerked his arm away before taking his position again.

"All right, come on old man. I'm kicking your ass this time!"

The sound of two little happy voices calling for their brother had Harris looking over his shoulder. His eyes land on two three-and-a-half-year-olds racing toward him with their arms reaching out.

Harris' face lights up and he walks forward before kneeling and opening his arms.

Wyatt leaps into Harris' arms first, and a moment later Luke leaps into his arms.

"Oh my goodness you two, stop growing!" Harris squeezed the twins before kissing each of their heads.

Luke pulled back, his loose white curls went in every direction, a perfect mess just like his dad's. His blue eyes which matched Noah's, sparkled as he talked