Take Back The Image of the Invisible, chapter 1
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Tré pushed the front door open as quietly as he could, and Frankito shifted slightly as he sat perched on his father's shoulders. The four-year-old's face was buried in Tré's hair as he drowsed, barely capable of keeping his eyes open. Tré shifted the toddler down and into one of his arms, taking his daughters hand with the other, he helped Ramona into the house before shutting the door behind him and locking it.
The ten year old had flown back out to California from New York to spend a few weeks with her father while Lisa and her new fiancé took off on some cruise down to the Caribbean. They had gotten back not three days ago and Claudia had left the day after their return to visit her mother for a few weeks. So, Tré had both kids and the house to himself for a few weeks. He couldn't have been happier with the whole situation.
The three had just spent the day at the beach and now even Tré was finding himself feeling a bit tired. And if he was tired, the kids had to be completely exhausted. The drummer reached down, picked Ramona up in his free arm, and carried both of them up the stairs.
After helping Frankie brush his teeth and get into his P.J.'s, Tré ended up chasing the suddenly hyper four-year-old up and down the hallway before finally catching him around the waist and throwing the giggling toddler over his shoulder. Ramona decided to join it at that point, latching herself around her dad's leg as he did his best to keep himself from going into a hyperactive frenzy. 'Damn ADD.' He thought to himself. He finally dragged Ramona down the hall and into Frankie's room before swinging him off his shoulders and onto the bed.
"You stay put okay Frankito." He nodded in response to his dad and then the drummer looked down at Ramona.
"As for you young lady... "
He reached down with the intention of tickling her but the ten-year-old knew this game too well and she immediately released her father's leg with a yelp and fled out of the room and down the hall to hide. Frankie laughed and clapped his hands.
Tré smiled, "Get under those covers now you little trouble maker."
Frankito grinned and quickly scrambled under the covers. Tré tucked him in, said good night, and was just about to go turn the light off when Frankito grabbed his sleeve holding up his favorite toy, a stuffed t-rex.
"Daddy you forgot to say goodnight to Nim!"
Tré turned back around, humoring his son and giving the dinosaur a hug. "There you go Nim. Now go to sleep my little Frank, and I'll see you in the morning buddy."
Tré stopped at the door watching as his soon wrapped his arms around Nim and snuggled down into his blankets. He smiled, clicking off the light and heading down the hall to Ramona's room.
His daughter was hiding under her covers, knowing her dad was coming and would tickle her half to death. He smiled slightly, kneeling down beside the bed and giving her a poke before ducking down as she let out a small squeal and poked her head out from under her covers.
"Daddy I can see the top of your hair," she giggled as Tré lifted his head up, folding his arms on the bed and resting his chin on them.
He gave her a goofy, lopsided smile, "Looks like I need more lessons in hiding."
Ramona sniggered. "Or maybe I should just shave my hair off." She looked at her father thinking he was serious, and gave her head a rigorous shake, reaching a hand out and patting the top of his messy fohawk.
"No Daddy I like your hair! Don't shave your head!" Tré smirked, standing up and tucking the blankets in around his daughter.
"Don't you worry yourself about that Ray. Dad likes his hair just the way it is."
She smiled, pulling her stuffed horse Sandy out from under her pillow and wrapping an arm around it.
"Daddy sing me the good night song, please."
Tré smiled gently sitting down beside his daughter as she got comfortable. The 'good night' song as she called it, was part of the lyrics to a song that she had heard on the radio and taken a liking to.
She wouldn't sleep any more until she heard it. That and it was the only song she could get Tré to sing that was appropriate for a ten year old to hear. Tré tucked his daughter in before singing.
"Good night, good night, sweet baby.
The world has more for you than it seems.
Good night, good night.
Let the moonlight take the lid off your dreams"
Tré finished the short couple of lines quietly and gave his daughter a kiss, "Good night Ray." He said and she muttered, "Good night daddy."
The ten year old had flown back out to California from New York to spend a few weeks with her father while Lisa and her new fiancé took off on some cruise down to the Caribbean. They had gotten back not three days ago and Claudia had left the day after their return to visit her mother for a few weeks. So, Tré had both kids and the house to himself for a few weeks. He couldn't have been happier with the whole situation.
The three had just spent the day at the beach and now even Tré was finding himself feeling a bit tired. And if he was tired, the kids had to be completely exhausted. The drummer reached down, picked Ramona up in his free arm, and carried both of them up the stairs.
After helping Frankie brush his teeth and get into his P.J.'s, Tré ended up chasing the suddenly hyper four-year-old up and down the hallway before finally catching him around the waist and throwing the giggling toddler over his shoulder. Ramona decided to join it at that point, latching herself around her dad's leg as he did his best to keep himself from going into a hyperactive frenzy. 'Damn ADD.' He thought to himself. He finally dragged Ramona down the hall and into Frankie's room before swinging him off his shoulders and onto the bed.
"You stay put okay Frankito." He nodded in response to his dad and then the drummer looked down at Ramona.
"As for you young lady... "
He reached down with the intention of tickling her but the ten-year-old knew this game too well and she immediately released her father's leg with a yelp and fled out of the room and down the hall to hide. Frankie laughed and clapped his hands.
Tré smiled, "Get under those covers now you little trouble maker."
Frankito grinned and quickly scrambled under the covers. Tré tucked him in, said good night, and was just about to go turn the light off when Frankito grabbed his sleeve holding up his favorite toy, a stuffed t-rex.
"Daddy you forgot to say goodnight to Nim!"
Tré turned back around, humoring his son and giving the dinosaur a hug. "There you go Nim. Now go to sleep my little Frank, and I'll see you in the morning buddy."
Tré stopped at the door watching as his soon wrapped his arms around Nim and snuggled down into his blankets. He smiled, clicking off the light and heading down the hall to Ramona's room.
His daughter was hiding under her covers, knowing her dad was coming and would tickle her half to death. He smiled slightly, kneeling down beside the bed and giving her a poke before ducking down as she let out a small squeal and poked her head out from under her covers.
"Daddy I can see the top of your hair," she giggled as Tré lifted his head up, folding his arms on the bed and resting his chin on them.
He gave her a goofy, lopsided smile, "Looks like I need more lessons in hiding."
Ramona sniggered. "Or maybe I should just shave my hair off." She looked at her father thinking he was serious, and gave her head a rigorous shake, reaching a hand out and patting the top of his messy fohawk.
"No Daddy I like your hair! Don't shave your head!" Tré smirked, standing up and tucking the blankets in around his daughter.
"Don't you worry yourself about that Ray. Dad likes his hair just the way it is."
She smiled, pulling her stuffed horse Sandy out from under her pillow and wrapping an arm around it.
"Daddy sing me the good night song, please."
Tré smiled gently sitting down beside his daughter as she got comfortable. The 'good night' song as she called it, was part of the lyrics to a song that she had heard on the radio and taken a liking to.
She wouldn't sleep any more until she heard it. That and it was the only song she could get Tré to sing that was appropriate for a ten year old to hear. Tré tucked his daughter in before singing.
"Good night, good night, sweet baby.
The world has more for you than it seems.
Good night, good night.
Let the moonlight take the lid off your dreams"
Tré finished the short couple of lines quietly and gave his daughter a kiss, "Good night Ray." He said and she muttered, "Good night daddy."
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