REPUTATION . . . ben chilwell

BONUS; BAKING WITH BEN AND BLANCHE, PART 2

BEN CHILWELL

"FINLAY DONT eat th- never mind." I shook my head at my 7 year old kid who started eating the sprinkles Blanche had just brought from Morrisons.

"Don't tell mum or Tristan dad, I beg." Finlay pleads and jumped off the kitchen counter, "I don't need mum being grumpy again. Remember last time Connor came over and she got mad at me for accidentally spilling my apple juice on him."

I laughed at the memory.

"Ben? Fin?" I heard my wife say from the front door with our 4 year old girl. "We're in the kitchen!" I yelled before looking back at Finlay who was now eating the frosting. Finlay was practically a splitting imagine from me, we looked practically alike although he did have his mums eyes.

Tristan looked more like her mum with my eyes, but slightly darker. She was an adorable kid that loved football more than her brother, her brother was more into music.

"Fin I told you to stop eating the cake decorations." I took the grocery bags off Blanche and watch her wipe the frosting off our son then kissing his cheek.

"Dad said it was alright." the audacity this kid had.

"Ben!" Blanche rolled her eyes. I walked over to her and wrap my arms around her waist, then placed a kiss on her lips. "Fin stop lying to your mum."

"Don't kiss mum in front of me and Tristan, it's gross." Finlay covered his baby sisters eyes. "Mummy I thought you said boys had cooties?" Tristan tugged on my joggers.

"They do baby, that's why you're not dating anyone till your 40." I kissed Tristan's lips which made her giggle. "You sound like Uncle Harry, Troye and Uncle Tyler."

"Don't listen to them Tristan, boys don't have cooties. All the girls at school are in love with me." Finlay 'flipped' his hair back. "That's right, he gets the charm from me." I whispered to my wife.

"Whatever, I need to get Alfredo." Blanche tells me. After all these years Alfredo, the electrical whisk, was surprisingly still working.

"Fin, help your sister put the flower in the bowl." I looked at our two kids working together.

"They're adorable and all grown up, I feel old." Blanche groans and placed her head on my chest like old times. "Please, you're 32 Blanche. I'm older!"

"Yeah by a couple of days idiot."

"Mum how did you open this?" Finlay held the electric whisk out. "Fin don't open i-" flour had exploded everywhere.

I was getting major deja vu.

"How the fuck do I open this whisker- FUCK"

Blanche stood there, trying to take the scene in on what the hell had just happened. "Well I think alfredo is you know...broken." I smiled wit the bag of flour in my hands with about half of it is around my body.

"You dare throw that flour anywhere else I will murder you" Blanche groans before helping me clean the surrounding. I thought It'd be a great idea to put flour on her head. "BEN!"

"Don't worry Fin, your dad did that as well." Blanche ruffled out the flour off our kids hair. When Blanche turned around to face the sink I was getting flour out of Tristan's hair. With the corner of my eye, I saw Finlay quietly picking up the bag of flour and walking towards his mum.

Finlay then faced me and held his finger to his mouth, I nod and quickly took my phone out and started recording. "Fin next time be more carefu- Finlay!" Blanche screams when she felt the flour on top of her.

"Run! Run!" Finlay yells and made his way around the house. I picked up Tristan and followed him around the house with an angry mother chasing us.

Finlay turned around and grabbed Tristan out of my arms and locked the pair of them in his room. Traitor. "Dad! Deal with your angry wife!"

"Blanche," I held onto her waist, "Calm down." I wiped the flour off her forehead and kissed her there.

"Yeah but I took a shower this morning, I can't be bothered to shower again Ben." She wiped the remaining flour off her hair and kissed my lips.

"Are you two really making out right now?" I heard Finlay yell from the other side of the door, "Gross!"

"Yeah we have a perfect family..." I whisper to Blanche and placed my lips on her once again, "You haven't even changed one bit, you still look young."

"Psh I know bitch." Blanche flipped her hair back. "Weren't you just complaining about being old just a moment ago?" My smirk got the best of me.

"Shut up Ben."

"I'm being serious idiot, you're still gorgeous and we have beautiful kids." I knew the cockiness was getting to her. "Yeah I know, this momma gave birth to them." Blanche pecked my lips before walking into the bathroom.

"Is mum not angry anymore?" Tristan peeks her head through the door and tried holding back a smile.

"Please, she was just acting. You're mum is a very talented actress." I nod my head to the two kids as we tied up the mess we made.

"Is that why she's almost beaten Ronaldo on followers?" Fin looks up at me. "Yeah, sure..." I nodded my head slowly.

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