Disclaimer:
This story is purely fictional. Any names, persons, and events depicted in this work are fictional and parody.
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Her parents are having marital problems yet again. Can Estrella save the day?
Mr. Trump, who's in his older years, finds hi...
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Any names, persons, and events depicted in this work are fictional and parody. Note: Harsh language.
*** I wrote most of this over a year ago. I don't even really write fanfiction anymore due to finding it a little cringe now, but I put so much effort into this, letting my imagination run wild with the story so I might as well share it. ^^;; Still Trump's #1 Fangirl though! ***
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""I'm having a guys' night! I need a break!" He exclaims to her, annoyed, as she quietly glares back at him equally annoyed. He continues, explaining it to her even though she clearly knows what a 'Guys' Night' in entails. "That means no wife, no kids. Ok?!."
"Ok, I get the point!" The young woman rolls her eyes.
The couple isn't alone as their children quietly look on with their dark little eyes in the darkened Family Room. He glances over, his rather nonchalant silver gray eyes meeting their intense dark ones, the sources of some of his troubles - first Estrella who, at nine years old, is quite a growing sassy troublemaker in her own right, then the shy but clingy Royalty of seven years, and then at their sturdy baby boy of two years, who also is becoming quite a handful.
"Except him!" He points at the toddler who jumps up and down in excitement. "He's a boy, he can join.. C'Mon, Son!!"
The baby, with a head full of big soft curls and a face like a tanned baby Barron due to acquiring all of his Dad's features, runs over to his Father.
"No fair!!" Estrella exclaims angrily and stomps her foot as their Father walks off with the toddler in toe to enjoy watching a game with the guys somewhere down the hall in the Vast Mar A Lago complex.
"Come on, let me get you ready for bed." J informs Estrella, who glares back up at her with those darkish gray Trumpian eyes and runs off, followed by Little Royalty, who sometimes follows her Big Sister like a shadow.
Estrella rather spend time with her Father, her favorite parent, and she's gonna let it be known.
"Ohh Brother!" J sighs and follows them. Just by him enforcing specifically a GUYS' Night in, means she's stuck with that sassy year nine year old Trump Kid, who clearly prefers to hang around her Father more than anyone else in the whole wide world.
J walks steadily yet urgently down the hall, following the girls' giggling, knowing that chasing them would just make things worse by exciting them to be even more rebellious. She finds them in their room jumping on the bed.
SIGH!
Then the rather husky two year old kid runs in out of nowhere and somehow climbs onto the large bed to join his sisters all the while giggling.
"Guys! Guys! Someone is going to get hurt! Stop!!"
The kids pay her no mind.
To make matters worse, she hears a faint cry coming from her and Trump's shared room as their other son, a baby around year one, stirs from its slumber. Yes, two babies were born back to back, a year apart, beating the two year difference between Estrella and Royalty.
