"Arabella!"
Her mama chuckled softly and Evelyn giggled. She covered her mouth with her little hands as she heard her papa yell the name of her mother.
"He sounds like he's going to throw a fit."
"Fit?" Evelyn repeated, her eyes staring at her mother in wonder.
Arabella smiled before she revealed, "A tantrum."
Evelyn's face consorted into one complete shock. "A tantrum!" Her beloved papa was going to throw a tantrum and she was going to witness it!
"Arabe—" Carlos stopped at the threshold of the nursery. "There you are." He tutted, "I have been calling you for how long?"
"Tantrum!" Evelyn yelled and pointed her finger to her father. "Bad boy!"
Carlos merely raised his eyebrows in the direction of his daughter before his eyes turned to his wife who was smiling with a sneaky smile.
"Bad boy?" He questioned before he drawled out, "have we not established that I am anything but?"