Aria's POV.
We all sat for dinner, at half past eight which was later than we normally ate. Mum insisted on making chicken stew and got delayed in traffic when she went to get the chicken.
"We would be traveling tomorrow kids," Rick started, taking a bite of the bread he held in his hand.
"And you are just taking us now, as you always do," I blurted out, staring at my mom.
"A relative of my mom would be celebrating her wedding anniversary and the whole family would be there, what would you have me do? Sit here and babysit you like a child?" mum asked with a serious face.
"I believe we ought to be informed when things happen in this house, we aren't kids anymore dad," Jaxon said, without taking his eyes off his food.
"And how long will you be gone?" I asked my mom angrily.
"Just a week honey," she replied, holding my hands with a hint of emotion in her eyes.
"I believe Jaxon will be a good brother while we are gone," Rick added looking at me.
