Jack
Jack
My father's voice and my son's crying wake me from a restless sleep. I open my eyes, and Priscilla is draped across my chest, sleeping soundly. I run my hand down her bare back, and she stirs and opens her eyes. She looks in the direction of Quentin's crib. "I'll get him," I whisper. She grunts and rolls over. Within seconds, she is snoring softly. I roll out of bed, walk over to my son, and pick him up.
"What's up, Quentin?" I say as I cradle him. I walk around this giant room I now live in. Today will be our coronation. I am still unsure of being king. It was nothing I thought I would ever be. The last three days have been spent listening to Herman Frost and Sparky, cramming my brain full of everything I need to know.
Quentin babbles as I stand at the window overlooking t
