The Love From Vengeance

121 FOOD FIGHT

ARIEL’S POV

ONE YEAR AGO

1 had just finished a long day at work and was looking forward to coming home and relaxing. As I walked up to the front door, I could hear giggles and squeals coming from inside. I immediately knew that my three–year–old twins, Lukel and Janice, were up to something.

As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted with a sight that made my jaw drop. My once–tidy living room was now covered in a layer of food. There were bits of crackers, pieces of fruit, and even some spaghetti noodles scattered all over the floor. And in the middle of it all were my mischievous twins, laughing and throwing food at each other.

“Lukel, Janice, what on earth are you two doing?” I asked, trying to keep my cool.

“We’re having a food fight, Mommy!” Lukel exclaimed with a big grin.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at their innocent response. But then I remembered that I would have to clean up this mess, and my laughter quickly turned into frustration.

“Okay, that’s enough. We need to clean this up before Andre and the others come home,” I told them, trying to sound stern.

However, before I could even approach them, they both seized a handful of spaghetti and hurled it directly in my face. I stood there, completely covered in food, trying to process what had just happened.

“Lukel, Janice, that’s not funny!” I scolded, trying to wipe the food off my face.

of laughter. And in that moment, I couldn’t help but join in. I mean, how could I resist their infectious laughter? So I grabbed a handful of crackers and threw them at them, starting a full–blown food

that I would have to spend hours cleaning it up. In that moment, all that mattered was spending quality time with my kids and creating memories that

couch, panting and covered in food. Lukel

But instead, I just laughed and pulled them into a big

but I wouldn’t have it

thean.

as I looked around at the messy living room, I felt grateful for my crazy, chaotic, and absolutely wonderful life with

André stepped foot inside the house. “What in the world happened around here?” He asked, scanning everywhere. No kidding, the house

saw Andre’s expression. I was sure he was going to scold us for the mess we had created. Well, something like that. Apparently, this was his parents‘ house, and those folks

to start crying at any moment. But to my relief, they just giggled and

Andre let out a loud scream. “Food fight!” And

taken aback for a second, but then I realized what was happening. I couldn’t help but laugh as Andre grabbed a handful of spaghetti and

them, hitting André right in the face. He looked at me with mock shock

each other. The living room was

covered in food, still laughing and chasing the kids around. And in that moment, I was reminded of the great and lovely man that he was. He was my partner, but he was perfect and acted like a wonderful father to our children, always ready for a little fun

completely exhausted and covered in food. But the laughter and joy in

loving and playful family. I may have had a long day at work, but *this food fight was exactly what I needed

ones.

that this would be a memory that we would never forget. A memory that we would laugh about for years to come. And, of course, more wonderful memories are yet to come. More to reminisce, more to