Summary: Robin continues a tradition with the next generation..
“Come on Robin! The hot chocolate is getting cold!”
“Coming!” Robin called as he quickly grabbed his book. He tried to be careful traversing down the winding stairs, though still moving as quickly and nimbly as a small child can. He had mastered the climb now, up and down the stairs of their lighthouse home. As he came around the last bend he found the twins already seated around the fireplace, wrapped up in blankets and mugs in hand. Robin took a moment to look around the room for their mother. “Where’s mom?”
“I’m right here my little bird,” his mother said, appearing behind him and placing a warm blanket around his shoulders. She kissed the side of his head and Robin felt a surge of warmth run though his body as only his mother could. “Now whose turn is it to read a story?”
“It’s Robin’s turn!” Sparrow said, grinning brightly with her chocolate covered face, “and I want a story about pirates!”
“Aw, but we read a story about pirates last time,” Lark moaned, “I want to hear a story about something nice, like a bear.”
“How is a bear nice?” Sparrow asked, narrowing her eyes, “Bears eat people!”
“No they don’t!” Lark protested.
“Yes they do!” Sparrow spat back.
“No they eat porriage like with Goldilocks! Don’t they mom?”
“Bears eat lots of things,” Nightengale assured them both, as she took her seat on the floor and allowing both her youngest to crawl into her lap. “And I think we should let Robin pick the story.”
Robin felt a swell of pride as he held his book close. “Okay, I think I know what story I want to read,” he said as he took his seat by his mother, opening the story book to the proper page, “this one is about a magician in a city far away…”
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“Come on uncle Robin! The hot chocolate is getting cold!”
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Robin laughed as he grabbed his book off the shelf and made his way over the fire where his nephews and niece were waiting for him. They looked up at him expectantly, the younger two with chocolate on their faces.
“What story are you going to tell uncle Robin?” Misha asked, holding his toddler sister in his lap. “Is it one with pirates?”
‘I would like one with a bear please,’ Kipu signed*.
Robin smiled as he could see Sparrow and Lark watching from the door way, smiling as well. “I was thinking I might read you one that I read to your parents when they were little. It is about a magician in a city far away…”
*Kipu is Lark and Muriel’s adopted son and due to complications in his birth is unable to speak. He uses a version of sign language which I have called Ezuni (Or ‘Air Signs’).
Let’s bring some warmth and comfort to this winter day! Whether it’s a cozy drabble, a heartfelt story, or a poetic moment, we can’t wait to see what you create.
