"Ava!" I called out to my wife
"Yes"
"Can you help Bryce with his homework?"
"Language arts?" she asked coming down the stairs
"Music, if it were language arts I'd help him myself"
Ava's POV
"Alright Bry what's up"
"Ok um what's your highest note"
"I think it's a D7," he wrote down D7 on the paper
"Why do you need my vocal range"
"We got assigned specific extra credit assignments Mr. Markus knows you're a singer so he wants me to get your vocal range"
"C3 - F5 - Bb5 - D7"
"Thanks"
"Is that all you need"
"No, he also needs an explanation on the Max cut"
"Dude seriously?"
"Yeah that's it but he is extremely interested in your hair"
"What's so interesting about it, one half is short the other is long it's not that deep. Anything else you need my help with?"
"No, I think I'm good"
"Hey where's Blake," I asked referring to my oldest son
"He went out with uncle Griff"
"Where?"
"To the drug dealer"
"The what!?"
"Mom chill I'm kidding, they went to McDonald's"
"Bryson Amir Y/l/n Koci don't ever say something like that again or I'm throwing your phone, ps5, computer, and all your controllers off the balcony"
"Jesus mom might as well throw me off the balcony while you're at it"
"You know what, maybe I will" his eyes widened "I'm kidding Bryce" I ruffled his hair while walking past him"
Y/n's POV'
"Nessa! where'd you go?" Our youngest daughter has been crawling around the house and I lost her, Ava's gonna kill me
"There you are!" I grabbed my daughter and put her into her crib
"Jesus why can't you be like your brothers when they were little, Blake just laid in his crib until I took him out"
"Yeah he did" I heard my wife's voice behind me and felt her arms around my waist
"Bry however was a pain in the a-"
"shh" she covered my mouth with her finger "not in front of the baby Y/n"
"can we kiss in front of the baby"
she rolled her eyes "no"
"and that's why I never wanted kids"
"MOM!" Bryce said coming behind us
"Bryce I'm kidding"
"what are you even doing here"
"I was gonna ask how to spell sarcasm"
"wh-"
"s-a-r-c-a-s-m"
"thanks" he ran out
"he's writing something and it's not for school"
"just like his mother"
"which one?" I joked
"well it's not me"
"what if he's writing a song"
"who puts the word sarcasm in a song y/n?"
"I don't know maybe Bryce"
"if he is I gotta teach him a thing or two about song writing" she chuckled and so did I
[Giannelle] wait why is this kinda cute
