CHAPTER4
JAX
Alejandro left for his vacation two days ago and it’s kind of strange being in his house when he’s on the other side of the world. He’s been on vacation before but he’s always been a short plane trip away. Not that the house is any quieter without him around—his sons have more energy than any kids I have ever known. I honestly don’t know how Lucia is coping with the three of them on her own this week. She could have help from the house staff if she wanted it, but I know that she is far too independent to ask. She seems to have a burning desire to prove to everyone that she is capable of handling things on her own.
I promised Alejandro and Alana that I would look in on her and the kids while they were away and so here I am, with Jell-O on my t-shirt and peanut butter on my jeans, surrounded by plastic dinosaurs and action figures.
“I’m just going to put the twins down and then I’ll come back for Matthias. Okay?” Lucia pops her head inside the den, with one of her twin brothers in her arms and the other clinging to her leg.
“Yeah,” I smile at the sight. “You need a hand there?”
“No.” She blows a strand of hair from her eyes. “I got it.” She nods to her son. “Can you just watch the munchkin for me?”
“Sure. The T-Rex is about to save Iron Man from certain death over here,” I say with a wink.
“Thank you,” she mouths and then disappears out of the door.
Matthias looks up at me and smiles, a plastic Iron Man figure in one hand and a Venom one in the other. “You save him, Jax,” he giggles.
I pick up my T-Rex and swoop him through the air, catching Iron Man in the dinosaur’s mouth and plonking them both on the sofa, which Matthias has deemed is the safety of Avengers HQ.
“Safe!” Matthias declares triumphantly, tossing Venom into our makeshift Lego volcano and throwing himself onto me.
“Hey,” I laugh as I catch him. “You have way too much energy for this time of night.”
He settles on my lap, his head against my chest. “Momma said I could stay up late to play with you,” he says. “The twins try to ruin my Avengers game.” He sighs like this is the most terrible problem in the entire world. I suppose when you’re four, it is.
“I know, little buddy. But they’re a bit younger than you, aren’t they?” I ruffle his hair. “You’re a big boy and you have to teach them to play nicely.”
Matthias and the twins love to play together, but the two year age gap is stark when it comes to any imagination play and Tomás and Dario haven’t quite grasped the concept yet.
“Are you their daddy, Jax?” he looks up at me, his eyes shining.
“No, buddy. Your papa is their daddy, isn’t he?”
“But momma said you’re their Gob-father.”
Damn, this kid is too cute. He is so bright too. He retains every bit of information he’s given and tosses it back at you at a later date when you’re least expecting it.
“Their Godfather,” I correct him. “It means I get to look out for them too, especially when your papa and nana aren’t around.”
“Oh?” he frowns, deep in thought. “Are you my Godfather too?”
“No, buddy.”
“Why not? You look after me sometimes.” He frowns and I wince. How the fuck do I explain this?
“Well, yeah, but your Uncle Philippe is your Godfather.”
“Why can’t you be?”
“Because your mom asked your uncle to be.”
“Why didn’t she ask you?” he looks at me, all wide-eyed and innocent. How do I tell him that I hoped she’d ask me and was a little hurt when she didn’t?
“She chose your Uncle Philippe because he loves you very much.”
“I want you to be my Godfather, too,” he declares as he presses his cheek against my chest.