d-2; sledging | ten
➸ word count; 887 words
➸ charlie; aged 11, kyla; aged 9, maddie; aged 6, lennon; aged 2
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‘Come on, slowcoaches,’ Ten calls over his shoulder to Kyla and Lennon.
‘Hey, he’s getting heavy,’ Kyla splutters in exasperation. Lennon had refused to walk along in the snow, the toddler being in his terrible twos phase, and was being dragged along on his blue plastic sledge by his older sister, who had volunteered.
‘Daddy, daddy, let me race you!’ Maddie yells from the top of the hill, where you, herself and Charlie are standing, waiting.
‘But you’re little! You have the advantage,’ Ten whines, knowing that Maddie’s tiny size would allow her to zoom down the hill much faster than himself.
‘Don’t be so competitive,’ you scold, ‘she’s six.’
‘And?’ You shoot him a look, and he looks sheepish, ‘sorry, boss.’
‘Can I push you, dad?’ Charlie offers, ‘mum/mom, you push Maddie.’
Maddie giggles manically as sheflops flops onto her red sledge, tucking her feet and hands inside.
‘Come on daddy! We need to race!’
‘Okay Mads, I’m coming my lovely,’ Ten sits down onto his bigger sledge, you and Charlie taking your positions behind them.
‘Ready?’ you ask Charlie, who nods enthusiastically.
‘Okay… three, two, one-‘
Charlie falls onto her stomach at the sheer amount of effort she puts in, Kyla bursting into a fit of giggles at her sister’s misfortune.
Ten rockets down the hill and Maddie follows. Ten rockets down the hill and Maddie follows. To your surprise, Ten actually wins, speeding way off into the distance.
Maddie comes to a stop near the bottom of the hill, scrambling to her feet and turning to look at you in exasperation. She begins dragging her sledge back up the hill.
‘Mum/mom, so unfair, she complains, ‘I wanted to win.’
‘You’ll get him next time,’ you say, noticing Charlie doing a celebratory dance in the corner of your eye, and then you notice a black spot on the ground.
‘Oh- Len, please keep your gloves on,’ you crouch down, grabbing the dampened glove and holding it out to him.
‘I don’t wanna,’ he whines, ‘I don’t like it.’
‘Come on Lennon,’ you gently grab his arm, ‘you’ll get cold.’
Ten suddenly reappears, having jogged back up the hill.
‘Hey buddy, you gotta wear your gloves.’
‘No dada,’ he protests, ‘not wear gloves.’
‘Gloves are cool Len, dada wears them on stage,’ Ten offers, hoping the stubborn boy would take the bait. Instead he just stares back blankly, and then at the black glove with distain. Ten wracks his brains for another solution.
‘Hey, your gloves are furry, right?’
Lennon nods, bare hand fidgeting with his glove on the other hand.
‘Yeah..’
‘You know what else is fluffy?’
‘What?’
‘A lion!’ Lennon squeals when Ten pinches his sides, tickling him lightly, ‘are you going to wear your gloves and be cool like a lion?’
Lennon mulls over his father’s words for a few moments, before holding out a hand to take his glove from Ten.
‘Good boy Len,’ Ten helps him get his glove back on, ‘wanna try sledging now?’
Lennon nods enthusiastically.
‘Do you want to go with mummy/mommy or daddy?’
‘You, dada.’
Ten positions himself on the sledge before holding his arms out for Lennon to sit down in front of him. Lennon, rather slowly, settles in between his dad’s legs, Ten wrapping his arms around the toddler and holding onto the rope.
‘Mama?’ Lennon looks at you in confusion as you approach them from behind, holding your hands out ready to push.
‘Mama’s gonna push us,’ Ten explains to the confused little boy.
‘Ready, Len?’
He looks a little apprehensive, but nods anyway.
‘Okay, here we go!’ You don’t push them too hard, considering Lennon, but they zip down the hill regardless, Lennon’s giggles travelling through the air.
Charlie rockets down after them, having been pushed by Kyla.
‘Was that fun?’ you ask Lennon, who has been carried back up the hill in Ten’s arms.
‘Yeah!’
‘Yay!’
‘Hey Char, could you push your mum/mom and dad down the hill?’ Ten asks, look of pure mischief on his face.
‘No,’ you whine, ‘I won’t do it!’
‘Come on! It’ll be fun!’
‘Go on, mama,’ Kyla laughs.
‘Yeah, go on, show us a happy relationship,’ Charlie adds.
You glare at her jokingly, before sighing and shrugging, ‘okay.’
‘Yes!’ Ten fist pumps the air, ‘come on then.’
He sits down towards the back of the sledge, spreading his legs and holding his arms out to you. He wraps his arms around you as you sit down.
‘Love you,’ Ten murmurs teasingly, knowing how much you’re hating this.
‘Whatever.’
‘3, 2, 1!’ Charlie pushes you both hard, sending you flying down the hill.
You scream the whole way down, being cut off when you skim a bit of uneven ground and both get thrown from the sledge.
You’re fuming as Ten is practically dying from laughter, both of you laying in a heap in the snow.
‘I hated that,’ you state, Ten shuffling along the ground on his stomach and smothering you with a hug.
‘No- cold!’ He manages to reach through your scarves and cover your face with kisses, while you squeal and push him away.
You can hear your children laughing at you even from several yards away, and you turn your head to look at them.
‘Come on, let’s get back to the kids.’
