“Trinity, why don’t you let Hayds play the drums and you the guitar?” I say trying to convince my toddlers to share. It’s a difficult feat. I should know my brothers and I grew up spoiled. Only difference is that Glen and I rarely shared while Clay was the most generous. He played with me all the time and actually had fun. Glen would torture me. Now I see that with Trinity and Hayden. It’s that love/hate relationship. The same one Glen and I grew accustomed to.

“Mommy she doesn’t know how to. She might play too soft.” Trinity whined. Me personally I think that that wouldn’t be too bad.

Hayden cries and runs into my arms, “See mommy, she’s mean.”

“Trinity I thought you liked to play the guitar.” I say as I hold onto my youngest. “Its not like I like you playing music, so if you cant compromise and share then no more music.” I stare at her so she can see ‘Momma don’t play no games’. I really don’t like them playing and creating music/noise. I have abandonment issues. It’s just I know that kids need to be creative. Why their mother sent these gifts here and why I let them play them? I don’t know. I guess its because I miss her.

“But mommy” Trinity murmurs as she bows her head.

“No but’s missy.”

“Okay.” She concedes defeat, stands and walks towards Hayden. She taps her on her back and hands her the drumsticks. Hayden has this cute grin on her face. She really doesn’t like to play as much as Trinity but when she does want to there’s always an issue.

“Play nice my sweet Davies twins.” I say as I begin to stand from my seat. I begin to walk out of the room.

“Tattle Tell” Trinity whispers glaring daggers into her young sister.

Hayden sticks out her tongue and replies, “Cry Baby”

I grin creeps on my face as I hear them exchange words.  The next thing you hear is the ticking of the drumsticks. Then the noise commences. My little rockers can play their hearts out.

When I reach the top of the stairs I am met with beautiful green eyes. She pulls me into her. We lock lips and the kiss becomes heated fast. Her lips are soft, full and big. Or would that equal full? Oh well the point is they feel good.  She runs her tongue along my bottom lip asking for entrance. But as always our time is always interrupted.