I Was Five And He Was Six Novels & Stories

In his defense, he was only 6. He made a mental note to ask eldest brother to contract the best wedding planner so that he could have the best arrangements in place for his daddy and mommy. His pocket money should be more than enough but if he needed more, his little treasure would be able to make up for the surplus. He had the best mommy and daddy in the world, his daddy and mommy had to have the best of everything in this world. Even if he was only 6, he knew that weddings were a once in a lifetime event, how could anything but the best suffice?

I like having a job outside of my motherly duties, but I always miss them so much. “Mama!!” They both scream, running towards me with outstretched arms for a big, warm hug. “We missed you!” I let them tackle me, falling comically on my butt as the two six - year - olds climb into my arms. They can’t manage enough strength to really knock me over, but it always makes them laugh when I pretend that they’ve overpowered me. They’re quite small for their age. At six years old, they’re closer to the size that you’d normally expect for four - year - olds.

Draven POV I'm six. Not five. The words reverberated in the forest. Or maybe inside my head. My whole body locked. I stopped walking. "What did you say?" The boy frowned up at me, confused by my reaction. "I said... I'm six years old." He held up six fingers. "I blew six candles on my last birthday. So I'm past five now." "When was it? I mean your last birthday?" "July twenty-eighth."

he asks. “I wish I knew. Maybe because he knew you’d cheer me up or something.” “You don’t think he knows yet, do you?” my mate asks, a little worried. “About, you know, the birds and the bees?” “I doubt it. He’s five.” “Yes, but…he’s not a regular five, is he?” I try not to think about it too much, but there’s no denying that our son is special in more ways than one. “No, he most certainly is not.”

I stood in the corridor with my hand on the wall and breathed. Six years old. Six years old and he had sat across from me in a garden and told me he did not go out with pretenders with the calm certainty of someone twice his age and three times his experience, and he had gone back to his notepad before I had finished processing what he had said. "Little brat," I said.

I shoved my hands into my pockets, surpassing the memories "So, how are you?" "Oh, I'm doing good. I was actually watching a movie with Jason and we were having...." "Chips!" a voice finished. In an instant, he appeared next to Blossom with the brightest smile ever seen on a child. "This must be Jason," I said. "Hi. I'm Jason. J-A-S-O-N. And I'm six." He held up six fingers. "Excellent job Jason. I'm Jevan." I dropped to his level and we did a high-five.

Aunt Kehlani blurted with a broken weird laugh. “Yeah, I think we’ll get going so long” Uncle Richard stood up along side his wife. My parents also stood up. “We’ll work you to the door” My father said with a smile. “Liv will you come visiting us later” Six year old Jason said to me while pulling my hand with his little fingers. When I left he was only 4years old. Now he’s grown a lot and I’m surprised that he still remembered me so well. Why wouldn’t he, I’d always play with him and buy him cookies and candies whenever I returned from school. Hailey and I would babysit him on Saturdays when our parents were out. We’d make snacks and watch movies until they return late and night while he’s

He really is MINE. He's such a cute kid. Every time I'd see him with his nanny, he'd bring a smile to my face. He'd come close to talk to me and wave at me from afar. Likewise, I couldn't help but smile and wave at him. First I thought he was just a cute kid. But then I saw him at the park with Sophie that day and since then.....I couldn't keep him off my mind. God, how I hoped he was mine when I did my math and saw he had to have been conceived during June because I found his birthday is March 5th, and he's six years old. Which puts him in the same month gap between the time we graduated high school, and his birthday, till today.

"How old are you, boy?" The child let go of my legs but stayed close, unafraid where adults would cower. "I'm five," he said proudly, showing five fingers. "My name is Ethan. Ethan Rivers." Five years old. I noted this fact, quickly calculating in my mind. The timing was... interesting.

They don’t care about whether you are rich or poor, or the kind of trendy things you wear. The frame on the desk was so eye catchy that made me go for it. I saw five people in the picture, two older people, one teenager, and two toddlers. The teenager had the same resemblance with George, just that the one in the picture looked younger than the present one. “I can see someone is being carried away with what she sees”. He chucked on his words. “Is this you?” I asked avoiding his pleasantries. “Yes, when I was fifteen, and those are my two kid brothers, Kelvin and Kelly, alongside our parents. We were at the zoo” he announced sheepishly.