You sat in your car, just listening to music in your driveway. You weren't ready to go inside and face the chaos that awaited.
You could see your husband running back and forth, chasing around your kids. He looked so stressed out, taking care of 2 young children is a lot. And you sure as hell knew of it. That's why you were enjoying these last moments of peace before you would be attacked by two little ankle biters.
You leaned back into your seat, closing your eyes. The music relaxing you.
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You knew it couldn't have been more than 5 minutes that your eyes were closed. A harsh knock on your car window waking you up. You looked out to see König, a helpless look on his face. Pointing towards Amanda whom was pulling up your flowers, Prince on the other hand was being carried by his father, yanking at the man's hair.
"God damnit."
You quickly got out of your car, making sure to lock it before you went over to your daughter, picking her up and taking the now dead flowers out of her hands.
"Damnit Amanda, what did I say about those flowers."
She didn't say anything, just looking at you like you were crazy.
"Please don't pull those up, you know how much I love them."
You carried her inside, you would go back for your bag later, for now you needed to get her settled, her mind on something else. What would a toddler want to do instead of pull your beloved flowers out from the ground? The sand box out back? Maybe but how long would that keep her occupied...
Sand box it was.
You opened your glass sliding door, leading to your backyard. The blue sand box was what you needed her in so you could go fix what she did out front.
"Here, stay here while momma goes fix the flower bed."
You placed the girl down in the sand, tossing a few of her toys in with her. She seemed to take interest in the toys. Great.
You ruffled her short hair before making your way back to the front yard, your husband was out front, fixing the mess of uprooted flowers and misplaced dirt. Your youngest, your son, was helping him place rocks back into the bed.
You stood by the doorway, just watching the two. You never got the chance to just watch your husband with his kids, either you were working or someone was crying.
Speak about crying.
A string of mommy's and daddy's rang out from the backyard. You quickly went to go check on the little girl, only to see her in the corner of the sand box, a small beetle in front of her.
You rolled your eyes and picked her up, her hands gripping onto your shirt as she continued to cry. Staggered sobbs, tears drenching your shirt alony with some other bodily fluids. It was disgusting but then again, she was your child...anything to calm her down.
"Hush no, it's alright. It's not going to kill you"
You gently ran your hand up and down her back, maybe that was enough outside for today. You walked back inside, sitting down on the beanbag. Your baby still hadn't calmed down, tears still soaking into your shirt.
"Alright Amanda, try and calm down."
You pulled her off your side, moving her so she was now laying in your chest, you just let her cry it out. Nothing to say to her, nothing you could say to her to try and calm her. For now you would just comfort her, let her know she's safe.
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"Want me to get you a new shirt?"
"Is he asleep too?"
"Yeah, just put him in his crib. Looks like she cried herself to sleep."
You couldn't help but laugh, nodding at him.
"Beetle scared her, gave her a good nap though."
You held you child close to you, kissing the top of her head. The house was quiet, except for your husband's voice and your own.
Such a rare occurrence in your house.
