Into The Unknown || Side Adventures! || Includes Art! ||

A Day With The Adult AU

Tristan was in the kitchen, waiting by the oven, waiting for something in the oven. He was on his phone, looking through some social media. He then heard the door open and close, looked up, and began to smile.

He saw his wife, Bianca Maywoods-Lamber, walk through the door with some bags in her hand. She had on a suit with a skirt, and some jewellry with her hair in a ponytail downwards. She now got off the phone with some colleagues. She then looked up and began to smile at Tristan.

Bianca:"Well afternoon, darling!" She walked up to Tristan and kissed him, leaving some lipstick on him.

Tristan:"Afternoon nutter butter! How was your day?"
He smiled at her with his corny nickname.

Bianca:"What's with your corny nicknames for me?"

Tristan:"What? You don't like the nickname, I got it because your hair looks like chocolate-caramel!"
He pat her on the head.

Bianca:"I'm not a dog, why are you patting me on the head?"

Tristan:"Because I'm proving to you that you can like the nickname, or I can call you, something else..." He looked at her in a way. He looked at her up and down.

Bianca began to blush a LOT.

Bianca:"Shut UP! Don't make me flip you onto the carpet like I did back in high school!" She looked away from him.

Tristan:"First of all, you only threatened me to flip me onto the carpet, but you never did!"

Bianca:"But you always fell for it though! So I can still flip you onto the carpet anyway I want! Now, I'll go call the kids so that I'll tell them I'm home!"

She called out throughout the whole house for her kids. Soon enough, four heads peeked out from different rooms, their faces soon began to light up as soon as they saw their mother.

The two youngest ones, that were both twins, ran up to their mother in excitement. They both began to jump up and down.

The Twins:"MOMMY!" They pulled on her arms that were full of bags. Bianca started to lose her balance.

Bianca:"Woah! Woah! WOAH! Hold on! Stop pulling me! I'm happy to see you too Sienna and Spencer!"
She soon regained her balance.

A girl with medium-length, black hair with light brown highlights, she also had blue eyes. She had on a crop top with light pink sleeves with some jeans on. She was on her phone, but was looking at her mother at the same time.

Alyssa:" Hi Mom! You finally come back from work! How was your interview?" She walked up to her and hugged her.

Bianca:"My interview was well, thank you for asking!"

Tristan was looking around for his eldest son. He saw that he peeked out his head a while ago, but I guess he went back inside his room, like the introvert he is.

Tristan:"BENTLEY! BENTLEY! Come out! Your mother's home!" He shouted out to the room to the left, the door opened and a head peeked out of the room.

Bentley:"Alright! Alright! Why are you shouting so loud!?"

The boy had curly hair, that was somehow going down. His hair was dark chocolate brown, like his grandfather. He had brown eyes and was wearing a teal jersey with some black training pants.

Bentley:"Don't worry! Don't worry! I was just finishing up some texts that I had with some friends!"
He kicked back his door open with his foot and walked up to his mother.

Bianca:"Wait....hold on..."
She looked at his son, like he was trying to hide something from her.
He was confused on why he was watching her like that. He looked to the left and the right, feeling very awkward.

She then noticed what was wrong, and came up to his face to look at his eye.

Bianca:"Bentley! I told you that you don't need contacts for your right eye!" She was touching around his right eye. He sighed heavily.

He put his hand into his eye, and took out the right contact that was in his eye. The eye then revealed a blue eye next to the brown eye. This meant that he had heterochromia.

Bentley:"But I don't like people looking at my different colored eyes! They'll think I'm freaky!"
He turned away from his mother's sight.

Bianca:"It is NOT freaky! It is very beautiful to me and the rest of your family! You don't need to hide anything for anybody."
She rubbed his face, trying to make him feel better.

Spencer:"I think your hete- heteco- hetefo- hetefobia is really cool! Don't listen to anyone who says it isn't!"
He was really trying to say the word.

Bentley laughed at what his little brother was trying to say. The others were laughing at what he said as well.

Bentley:"It's pronounced 'heterochromia', buddy!" He rubbed his little brother's hair.

Spencer:"Whatever! If anyone ever tells you that it looks ugly, I'll kick their butts for you! I'll be the BEST little brother EVER!"
He was kicking his feet in the air, and then he had his hands on his hips, smiling brightly.

Bentley was smiling at his little brother and his big promise that he would help his brother, no matter what. Spencer was smiling back at him, hugging him. Bentley hugged him back.

His youngest, twin sister, Sienna, then came up and hugged Bentley as well. He was guessing that she wanted hugs as well. He hugged her back as well. Now he had two seven-year olds stuck to his body.

Alyssa just looked at him and laughed at him from behind her mother and father.

Bianca:"Well? Aren't you going to join them?" She looked at her and the group hug that her older brother was in.

Alyssa:"Oh no no no no no no no no no! I'm not joining that rag pile that my brother's in!" She was about to step away, but was caught immediately.

Tristan:"Oh no! I want to take a picture with all of you! Please? Just for you and your mother?"

Alyssa:"Agh! Fine!"

She then went into the dogpile and hugged her older brother as well. Bentley might as well be suffocating in that group hug.

Tristan then took out his phone and took some pictures of all the siblings in one group hug. Bianca just laughed and just looked at them, smiling.

As soon as Tristan was done with his pictures, the four of them let go from eachother. Alyssa trying to dust herself off of them.

Alyssa:"I've had enough hugs from my siblings today!" She stepped inside her room and closed the door. Tristan and Bianca laughed.

End Of Chapter.

(Pretty short chapter, I know. I don't really have many ideas right now, so I might have to end the book sooner or later.)