Timo Meier x Fem!oc

NOT AS EASY

Celine's POV:
"We, are going to be late again." Timo called as i we tried to catch our running five-year-old son, Dallas, while I was holding our crying one-year-old, Scarlett, who was pulling at my hoop earring. I ignored him and called out for my three-year-old nephew who we were babysitting, "Elias!" I could feel an impending migraine coming on from the loud children and Timo's slight nagging. Who the hell told me to have kids in the first place? But the fucken condom broke and low and behold came Scarlett, Dallas was the planned child. I finally caught Dallas and gave him a stern look telling him to go to his father right away. Scarlett was still bawling for no reason, but my motherly instincts allowed me to overhear something crash to floor in the kitchen. There i found the three-year-old standing in jam, while rummaging through the fridge as if i hadn't fed him ten minutes ago. He was already gaining weight on top of his baby fat. "Kid, we need to leave." I decided to come at him with a gentle approach as a means to calm myself down. He looked at me with that innocent smile that always melted my heart. Elias looked a lot like my sister, her little mini me. Scarlett looked more like me and Dallas looked more like Timo. "Okay, Nina." He calmly replied, walking out the kitchen towards Timo, but i was suspicious. When I went over to inspect the fridge, I could feel my blood pressure rising. The child emptied out  every single leftover container into the fridge, and one of the chicken legs had a huge bite. I was so annoyed that i didn't notice the jam soaking into my sock. It's been a stressful week for both Timo and I, from all the games and practice for Timo and my work,school and soccer, plus my sister dropped her kid over not that we mind but a notice in advance would have been better. "Celine!" Timo called again. I was ready to tell him to shut up, but instead i walked back to the front door.

No one's POV:
Serenity reached out for her father and stopped her unnecessary sobbing. The two boys were in their jackets and shoes, looking like scholars as if they weren't just causing havoc. "Hallo Prinzessin." Timo cooed at the baby, kissing her chubby cheek. He finally looked at you, "Baby, Scarlett got you." He pointed at a stain of vomit on her shirt, just above her left breast. Celine didn't notice it or feel it until now. The two boys laughed. She deadpanned, and went to open the front door. "Get out. All of you." "Bye, Mommy!" "Bye Nina! Dallas and Elias ran out, assuming she was playing. "You just gone kick us out like that?" He said trying to sound hurt, but Celine nodded. "Scar, too?" "Out, Timo." Celine held the door even wider. "Can I at least get a kiss?" A frown plastered her face and he took the hint. "Damn, your mama is mean. Ain't that right, Scar?" Celine could hear her babble to him as she locked the door.

Celine's POV:
The house was finally silent. Peace and quiet was very rare these days. It was mostly always me who got up early to get our kids ready for school. And now I guess Elias too. Usually, Scarlett would be asleep, but this morning she had to go see her pediatrician. Initially I was going to take her, but it was my well deserved day off and i needed all of those 8 hours of silence to myself . Timo and I both agreed that he stay out with the kids all day until dinner time. Timo is a good dad and husband but recently hockey and my work has been a toll on us and stressful, and I new he cared for his kids a lot. With him being in the NHL he said he would try to help as much as he could when he was here. He promised to always be there for them no matter what. While i got the kids ready in the mornings and at night, he would either be sleeping (due to exhaustion from work) or At morning practice, and when he could he would prepare their lunches and breakfast or dinner.Though it would be nice if he did acknowledge that my job of getting three young children ready was not easy all while maintaining a steady nine to five, plus soccer and school. "Mama!" "Nina!" Two small, but heavy bodies jumped onto the bed then crashed into me. How they still have energy, only god knows. I was curled up in my and Timo's king sized bed, binge watching paternity court. Has it really been eight hours already...Internally i groan, but being welcomed by my son and nephew with so much love always made me happy. "Hey, boys. How was your day?" I smiled, allowing them to cuddle underneath my arms.