More then just one night

Epilogue

14 years later:

"MOM CAN I GO TO A PARTY" I look up from my place by the sink as Isiah yells

Glancing behind me and then turning my attention back to the dishes when I didn't see him anywhere near the kitchen, scrubbing at the stuck meat and groaning at the crashing sound.

"MOM ALL MY CLOTHES ARE DIRTY"

I groan if you don't answer them then they'll leave you alone I thought quietly to myself

I groan again at the screaming, loud crying coming from upstairs and loud shuffling going on. I drop what I was doing and made my way to the stairs, hiking up and stoping right there.

"Seriously!" I raise my voice "I just cleaned this shit"

Clothes littered the hall along with a broken nightstand, we had those all over and well now it was broken.

I walk towards the six year old girls bedroom, the crying becoming panicked and hysterical.

"Mama!" I heard before I walked in

"What Anya" I said crossing my arms but quickly rushed towards the little girl who was pulling at her sisters head.

Well more of the bucket on her sisters head.

"What the fuck happened!?" I sit next to Ava trying to pull on the bucket but failed miserably "I thought this shit only happened in movies, not even your brothers did this Ava, what the hell were you thinking"

I sit back trying to assess the situation, standing up and carrying the little girl down the stairs, butter, peanut butter or oil better actually work or I'm suing all those movies for false advertisement.

Melting the butter slightly I try to position her so I could put the butter on the side and it would slowly go down the sides of her head.

God I don't even know how this thing came out of me.

I get even more annoyed at the whole thing when another crash came followed by the voices of my greatest creations.

"YOU STUPID FUCK FACE" Isiah started yelling,

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, I DIDN'T EVEN DO SHIT ITS NOT MY FAULT YOU CAN LOOK WITH YOUR EYES AND NOT YOUR ASS" Nikolai then proceeded to push the hot headed asshole of a child, Nick totally took after me, Isiah was definitely Vasily's son though, he was the only one who was a grouchy asshole.

I was right when I always called him an asshole, my little lovely asshole.

"GIVE ME THE FUCKING COMPUTER"

"NO I HAD IT FIRST" childish 14 year old

"LANGUAGE!" I yell out "IF I WALK UP THOSE STAIRS SOMEONE GONNA GET FUCKED UP, SHUT UP" I yell

Ain't swearing in my house unless it is me, you want to swear don't ever do it in front of me, talking like they do shit around here. I also gave them a no yelling rule and they yell, to that all I say is shut up.

"Mama my head hurt" I could here my child crying even when there was a plastic bucket around her head, that really says something about how loud she is.

Pouring the melted butter in slowly and carefully, sure it won't burn her of course.

Turing around to glare at the laughing going on behind me.

"Arabella I would suggest you shut up before I change my mine about you going to that sleep over"

Vasily walks in and looks at his child who was still stuck in the bucket, dropping his phone with a weird look on his face.