What was He/She thinking? Part 1

Never in a million lifetimes could I have ever imagined that all those years ago I would end up here, right at this moment.

She stood in the doorway quietly and anonymously watching the merry action happening on the playroom floor. The tall lanky spiky blonde haired man was being pushed, pulled, and literally pounced on by four energetic children. Demonic laughter erupted into a happy chorus of four high pitched squeals, and one lower "Kekekeke", as all five of them rolled around on the floor.

Then her two twin four-year-old boys decided to do something different. They climbed to the top of the indoor play gym and poised themselves for a huge power drop. It was just at the moment their father was rolled over onto his back by their big brother, and their little sister decided to grab another fistful of blonde spiky hair. He didn't see them in time to stop them, she knew that. It only took a moment for the thought to formulate in her mind.

They could really hurt him, or more importantly really hurt themselves.

A mother's reaction is faster than the speed of sound or even the speed of light. It's more like the speed of thought, because as soon as you think it, you're already there. She grabbed a toddler with each arm and protected everyone from harm. Then the unthinkable happened.

"Aww, you spoiled it, fucking manager!" the twin boys under her arms cried in unison.

The look she gave her husband, who was still lying flat on his back on the floor, could have melted the polar ice caps.

What was she thinking? She should have let the twin boulders do their power drop and then he would have had to have surgery to remove his balls from his gut!

Two weeks was much too long to be away from them.

They had all instantly tackled him as soon as he entered the playroom. Before he knew it, he was being wrestled all over the playroom floor. His two-year-old little girl, who looked so much like her mother, had two fistfuls of his hair and was pulling hard. He had never had more fun. He gently tossed each of them around, and they quickly jumped back on him, pushing him to the ground, laughing and giggling the whole time.

He had just extricated his daughter's tiny hands from his hair when his six-year-old son had rolled him over on his back. The little girl was fast, because in no time she had another fistful. The ones he had to watch out for were the twins. They had their own wordless language, kind of like he had with their mother, except they were more like him than he would have liked. Even he was a little wary of what might be going on in the brains of those two. Then he saw them perched above him on the play gym, ready to jump down. He was lying flat on his back. It was too late to stop them. The thought only took an instant to formulate in his mind.

Okay, brace yourself. You have to catch them and this is gonna hurt.

And there she was. In an instant, an angel had flown into the room safely gathering two little schemers under each arm.

Where did she come from? Did she just protect me?

In all these years he couldn't name one time when he had to be protected by her. It had just plain never happened. Then one phrase from two little brats completely changed the mood.

Yup. They definitely take after me, the fucking twins!

The look she gave him could have turned his blonde hair white. He was definitely going to have to make this up to her. His mind was already working up different plans and scenarios.

Sorry, but you did spoil it, fucking manager, he signed quickly with one hand as he picked himself off the floor and met smoldering blue depths of her eyes.

What was he thinking? From now on business trips couldn't be any longer than 3 days. Forget that, this was the 21st century, whatever he needed to do could be accomplished with a voice over IP connection. Those angry blues staring back at him was a sight so beautiful that even the highest quality digital camera couldn't reproduce. It had to be seen in person. One day was much too long to be away from her.