Jacob laughed. "Looks like someone has a crush on Whisper." He teased, knowing the boy would blush.
Eliene laughed and shook her head. Jacob was so good with him sometimes.

***

"No. Isabel. Stop." He said firmly going into the bathroom and starting the bath. This was never tough during punishment, but Garrett knew he would break later, and feel horrible about it.
But it needed to be done.

Christian stuck out his tongue at Jacob. "You know I'm right!"

Isabel cried. She didn't want to get into the bath, but the more she cried, the more upset she got. "Noooo!" She cried, shaking her head. She just wanted to go back to finger painting. She was crying so hard that her little gasps of breath could be heard.

Noelle frowned, hearing how upset her daughter was. Each time it felt like a little pang in her heart. But she kept cleaning up the flour, hoping that Garrett would calm her down... eventually.

Jacob laughed and stuck out his tongue. "Alright you twerp." He said scooping him up and tossing him around a bit. "That's it. I might just have to make us lunch now."
He said acting like that was a horrible consequence.

***

Garrett popped her on the butt once. "Stop it." he pointed a finger. That usually did it. He undressed her and placed her in the tub, cleaning her off in silence.

Christian laughed loudly and kicked out against Jacob. "Stop! Stop stop!" he shouted. "Dad said you're not supposed to eat anymore!"

Isabel bit her lip and then pushed it out. She still had little gasps of breath from crying so hard, but she just looked up at her daddy, green eyes teared up as he washed her. She was in trouble...

Jacob laughed. "Oh but I'm going to anyway." he laughed. "I'm going to get taller then your Dad. Shhh..." He grinned.
Eliene followed them. "It's alright boys you go play, I'll make lunch."

***

Garrett tried not to melt outwardly at that look. But he did on the inside. He got her out of the tub, washed her off, put her in pajama clothes and brought her to her room. He tucked her in and sat down on the bed. "Isabel. You know why I don't want you going to the right side. It's dangerous and you could get hurt. And I don't like the pouting either. No more." He said. "Now you take a nap until I come get you."

"No!" Christian shouted, laughing. "You can't be taller than Dad! It's not fair! I'm the only one that gets to be taller than dad!"

Isabel nodded, still biting her lip a bit. She reached out for her daddy, wanting a hug or something.... she hated getting into trouble. "Daddy." She said her lip quivering a bit.

Jacob laughed. "You'll be taller then both of us, I promise." He ruffled the boys hair. "Now come on. Show me something fun to do." He said taking his hand.

***

Garrett smiled and leaned in to hug her. He kissed her forehead. "I love you." he said softly before getting up and closing the door behind her.
He felt...
Old again.

Christian nodded. "Put me down and I'll show you what Dad taught me!"

Isabel turned her head into the pillow and stuck her thumb into her mouth, sucking it a bit. It comforted her.

*****
Noelle was waiting for Garrett, the tea was already made and she looked to him. "Hey." She said softly.

Jacob laughed and did so dropping him a bit but making sure he got to the floor safely. "Alright, what've you got?"

***

Garrett sighed and glanced over. "Thanks." he said softly, taking the tea. "She was pouting and she wouldn't answer me about which way to go in the training room. So...I had no choice."

Christian grabbed his hand and pulled him into his room. He quickly grabbed a book off the shelf and flipped several pages. "Get that stick," he said, pointing to a walking stick leaning in the corner.

Noelle nodded. "I know... she does that pouting thing and honestly she hates not getting her way." She sighed, taking her own tea. "I guess she just has a curiosity about the right side of the training room. You can't blame her Garrett... it's forbidden."