𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐀³ - 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 † 𝘑. 𝘉. 𝘉

𝐗𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

AN: No need for a trigger warning, just a wholesome chapter.

[Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer]
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Beverly's POV

6 years old.

All three of the children can't contain their excitement as they wait at the front door. I watch them converse from my art studio, cleaning up the desk and placing the canvas in front of the window, letting the sun naturally dry my painting. Jamie sat with me whilst I finished it this morning, telling me about her week of school. They have all just been let off for summer vacation. Jamie defiantly loves art more than Steve and Becca, using most of her downtime helping me in the studio. Sometimes Steve and Becca join, but they mostly enjoy playing football with Bucky or wreaking havoc on the house. They really are to power duo but for all the wrong reasons.

With the painting held in front of the window on my wooden easel, and most of my supplies back in their drawers, I walk to stand behind them at the front door. Bucky is slaving away in the kitchen, making lunch for us all. I see him occasionally waltz into the dining room to place a bowl of food on the table. I felt bad originally that he was doing it alone, but he told me that I needed to keep the kids in check whilst we wait. They can easily get over-excited.

From the small side windows connected to the front door, I can see a car pull up onto the driveway. It stops in front of the garage and waits patiently for the passenger to exit. I open the front door, and the kids charge towards the car, peeking in the windows. Their excitement is the cutest thing ever. Wanda steps out of the passenger seat, leaning in the window and gives her fiance, the driver, a kiss goodbye. He wanted to join in today but had business at his shop. He owns the local bakery in the town, one of the busiest, and there was a huge fail in the storage which needed his immediate help. We don't mind that he got called in and told him he could join in on the next visit. He drives out of the driveway, leaning out of the window to wave goodbye to us, which we all reciprocate.

Wanda gives me a hug before leaning down and doing a group hug with all three of them. They all try to jump on her lap, making her tumble backwards and laugh. She kisses their cheeks, and stands up, walking over to the front door. They defiantly favour their days with Wanda, seeing her as an older sister. It didn't take long for Bucky and me to ask Wanda to be the godmother of all of our children, which she happily said yes to. She opens the door, and all three of them rush back into the house. Bucky waits in the dining room, sitting at the top of the table, waiting patiently. We all join him, instantly digging into the delicious food. He has prepared sandwiches, a fruit salad, juice, and homemade cookies. No one has had a proper meal today, so it doesn't take long for all of our plates to be empted. There is light conversation, but it is mostly silent, all of our mouths stuffed.

After lunch, Wanda helps me clean and put away the dishes, small chatter between the two. But, when we are done, we split up around the house. Wanda goes into the living room with the kids, watching TV with them on their downtime. I, on the other hand, walk into my art studio and begin another painting. I look at my mood bourd on the wall, seeing the type of painting my clinent wants from me. I now make a living from taking requests from online perchasers on what they want me to paint, or making my own and selling it at the art gallery in the town. Bucky is upstairs cleaning the kids bedroom, making their beds, and hoovering their carpets. The house is mostly silent, apart from the occational suction sound of the hoover and small chatter of the TV.

"Mommy," Jamie stands in the doorway. "What are you doing?"

"I'm painting for a client, sweetheart." I smile at her from my desk.

"Can I join you, please?"

"Of course."

She walks over to the tall storage unit in the corner of the room, puls open one of the drawers, and grabs her colouring book. She also has paint tubes, paint brushes, and a plastic cup in her hand. The book gets placed on the carpet, along with the tubes and brushes, and she rushes to fill up the cup with water and grab a piece of paper. When she gets back, she quietly begins painting one of the pre-drawn pages, trying to stay in the lines like I taught her. I stand from my desk, in front of the tall easil and begin painting the flowery scenery the client wants. The room is peacful, just the right enviroment for us to paint.

"Hi, Mommy," Becca stands in the doorway.

"Hi, sweety. Are you okay?"

"I'm bored. I don't want to watch TV anymore."

"What do you want to do?" I ask.

"I don't know." She shrugs. "What are you doing?"

"I'm painting a new painting."

"Okay."

She walks over to sit beside Jamie, using the spare paintbrush to begin painting the other page of the book. I smile at the sight, them getting along with simplicity. Recently, Jamie has been arguing with her broher and sister. She tells me that she feels left out, and I completely understand. Steve and Becca have always been the chaos duo, and Jamie doesn't have a mischevious bone in her body. I think she understands this, but it still hurts to see her so torn up about the lack of relationship with her siblings. So, to see them quietly painting together, warms my heart. Without a word, Steve walks into the room and helps Becca paint the large bird on her page. He even squeezes some blue paint on the paper when Jamie needs it.

Seeing that the kids have found something else to do, Wanda walks into the studio, pulling the chair from the corner of the room and sitting in it quietly. She reads a book, occationally looking over the spine and checking on the kids. Eventually, Bucky walks into the room, holding papers in his hand and in between his arm and torso. I know it has something to do with his job, since he has recently been overworked. He works in the gym, teaching and helping people to use the equipment and gain muscle. He loves it, since working out is a way for him to reless stress. He walks up to me, kisses my cheek, and begins to place the papers in a binder. I have no idea what is on the papers, but I have a feeling it has something to do with the fact that he was recently promoted to manager of the gym. When he is done, he stands in the doorway, a huge smile on his face at the crowded sight of the studio.

Our family spending time together, just like we wanted.

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