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Sypha walked into the kitchen and found Trevor speaking to their baby daughter at the table. Trevor was sitting on one side while Sonia was sitting in her high chair on the other side, a huge smile on her face. Sypha smiled at the sight until she heard what her husband was saying.
“Then that bastard kicked me right in the balls, so do you know what your daddy did?” Trevor asked, pausing for effect. “I punched him in the face so hard that I broke his nose, and when he fell to the ground, I kicked him in his balls for good measure.”
Sonia laughed and clapped her hands. Trevor did a mock bow.
“Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all day.”
“Trevor, is this really an appropriate story to be telling our baby girl?” Sypha asked with a frown.
“She loves my bar fight stories! Look how happy she gets when she hears one! You’ve been saying for months that Sonia’s smile is one of your favorite things in the world, and I just made her smile!”
Before Sypha could make a retort, her nostrils were assaulted by a foul odor. She picked Sonia up and sniffed her bottom, but that wasn’t where the smell was coming from. Sypha briefly stared at the ceiling in thought before walking to Trevor and sniffing under his arms.
“Err, Sypha?” Trevor asked, not used to his wife sniffing him.
“Ugh, Trevor, you stink,” Sypha said as she recoiled. “When was the last time you took a bath?”
“It wasn’t that long ago. About a week ago.” Trevor lifted his arm and sniffed. “Err, maybe 2 weeks ago.”
Sypha rolled her eyes. “And to think I almost blamed our poor innocent Sonia for that stench. I’m sorry, mi amor, even when you stink you don’t stink as bad as your papa.” Sypha hugged Sonia a little tighter and kissed her on the head, eliciting a soft coo from the baby. “Go take a bath. Now.”
“Can’t I do it later, Sypha? I had plans today.”
“Take a bath now, or you’re not allowed to tell Sonia anymore of your bar fight stories.”
Trevor sighed and began to stand up. “All right, all right, I’ll start getting water from the well. There’s still more of the last bar fight story I have to tell her too, and I think she’s really gonna like it.”
“She can wait until after her papa’s had a bath. Besides, it’s almost her feeding time anyway.” Almost as if on cue, Sonia began patting her mother’s chest, trying to get at her breasts. Sypha smiled softly before lifting her robes and giving Sonia access to lunch. “See? She knows.”
Trevor smiled softly at his wife and daughter, still amazed that he had them in his life. Sypha looked up from her daughter and gave Trevor a glare.
“I thought you were going to collect water for the bath,” Sypha said with an authoritative tone. “Go. I don’t think I can stand the smell for another minute.”
Trevor chuckled and kissed Sypha on the forehead. “You still love me even when I stink.”
Sypha rolled her eyes again. “This is true, but I love you even more when you don’t stink. Now go.”
“I’m going,” Trevor started. He leaned down to kiss Sonia on the head and then whispered in her ear. “Enjoy your lunch, Sunny. I’ll finish the story when I get back. Here’s a preview: the next part features your daddy snapping a man’s finger off.”
Sypha shook her head. “Oh my god, what was I thinking when I agreed to this?”