Romans & histoires Jason The Toymaker

"Mum! Wake up!" "Huh?!" I yelled, jumping up from the bed. "I'm awake, I'm awake!" "I'm hungry," Jason cried out. "You've been sleeping for hours." "Baby, I'm awake now. I'll go fix something for you very soon, okay?" He nodded. "Where's Grandma?" "She's having a nap." "Okay, baby. I'll be out shortly." I watched my five-year-old son walk out, his favorite Escanor toy tucked under his arm like a tiny warrior ready for battle.

There was a bright light at the far end of the warehouse, and it seemed that was their ultimate destination. The closer they got, the more he regretted his decision to indulge his father. The tattoo on his back seemed to burn and twist, propelling him forward. The light came from a small room. The room housed two long tables. The tables were littered with vast array of tools and supplies. Many people stood around them, creating small packages of… something. Armed men stood around them, ensuring that that whatever was going on, went on smoothly and without protest. As he watched, he began to realize what was going on.

I hadn't said a word yet, so why was he asking me about something I had literally just formed in my crazy head, only a couple minutes ago? Jason shrugged, folding his arms accross his chest as he leaned into the dresser behind him. "Well, toy kept murmuring about them for the last fifteen minutes, while I tried to wake you up. Something about them letting you go so you could get some food into your hungry stomach." His poker face was game, which made me question if he was joking or if he was serious. But I knew he was serious, because I knew I had thought about something as ridiculous as that. "Urghh! Just pretend you didn't hear that." I groaned, waving him off, even if I was smiling, as I

I said, about to turn back. " Don't you wanna give it a try?" Jason questioned me and used the game coins to try. " I already tried this type of games a lot of times, Jason. I believe no one can get it." I told him. " Nope, I will try to get it for you," Jason has a serious expression on his face and concentrated on getting it. But he failed at the first time. He can't pick the keychain. The stupid game maker made the keychain revolves inside the box from the hanger. How can someone get it?

“Perfect. So tell me how did it go with your family?” They sat on the couch together as Alyssa talked about how her day went. “And my grandma got up and started shaking her booty and I was like oh my god. Not the booty squeeze.” Jason laughed. “Your grandmother sounds interesting. I would love to meet her one day. Did your cousins love their gifts?” “Yes. They ran me over trying to get the toys I bought them, but they are my babies though.” Jason smiled softly. “How about dinner with Janet and Wilson? You never told me…”

I said as I gave him a peck on his cheek. Immediately, he stopped crying and raised his head to gaze at me. I smiled and wiped his tears. "Mom, when are you buying it for me?" he asked. I was silent for a moment as I thought of what to tell him. I remembered that I was going out later in the day to buy underwear for myself and Alpha Vicker. The shop I was going to also sells toys. I decided to buy Jason the toy today. "I will be going out later in the day. I will buy the toy today, okay?" I said.

, Jason said as he and his mother left the store. Anna wondered what she was going to do with the toys but then she remembered Jolene. She wasn't quite sure she was into big toys but they had to work for now. She could see the men leaving the store by the back of her eyes and hoped they hadn't caught her face. The last thing she needed was trouble and all she wanted was something to be done swiftly. She knew Vanessa and Jason's schedule. She knew his teachers and the friends he played with. She knew what foods he loved he was a book she had been reading for a week and she was ready to pounce any time.

But I could tell that she wasn’t happy about something, but I can’t tell since I really don’t know. Jason continued to play with his toy as he laid back on the bed, and then he suddenly looked up at me with an innocent yet curious expression on his face. “Uncle Daniel,” he said. “D…do you have more toys like this in your house?” I smiled. “Of course, I have other toys that you will like.” Jason’s eyes sparkled. He paused for a while, then he looked up, and met my gaze and said, "Is it okay for me to come to your house to come and see them?" he said it as if what he just said didn't change the atmosphere in the room.

Maybe the party I was planning for Jason would make her calm down and talk to me. “Continue the preparations, out with more effort. Have you invited the kids from Jason's class? Is the cake ready? What about his present?" I wasn't doing a very good job at hiding the fact that I was freaking out. If Zayne noticed it, he didn't say anything. “You don't have to worry, Boss. I've got everything ready." I sighed in relief, hoping that things would go according to plan, because I wanted Jason to be happy. Would do absolutely anything for my family, for their smiles. Later that day, I went with Zayne to get the last of Jason's gift l, which was a toy car, which he insisted we got in white.

"That's my girl! We'll make this the best afternoon ever." *** When we stepped in inside the arcade, a dozen of lights were flashing, machines beeping, and some kids were yelling in victory. Jason darted ahead like an overgrown child while pulling me toward the claw machines. "Okay, pumpkin," he said with exaggerated seriousness. “Today, I shall win you the biggest, fluffiest stuffed toy in this place." I laughed, while covering my mouth. "You? Win? Jason, you're the kind of person who loses on purpose just to blame the machine."