Highschool Lovers

Mia is so sassy

I stand in the middle of our living room, holding the twins, Charlie and Chandler, in my arms. They just barely fit, their tiny bodies nestled against my chest. With their soft cries and yawns, they've turned our world upside down in the best way. I glance over at my two-year-old daughter Mia, who is peeking over the edge of her toddler playpen, her bright green eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Baby! Twinnies!" she shouts, her pronunciation a bit jumbled but the joy unmistakable.

"Yeah, Mia! Look at your brother and sister," I say, trying to contain my own excitement. "Aren't they just the cutest?"

She nods vigorously, her blond curls bouncing around her head. "Cutes! Cutes! Mama, hold baby!"

"Mia, they need to be fed first, sweetie. Can you help me?"

"Help! I help!" she squeals, her tiny hands clapping.

As I prepare their bottles, I hear quiet footsteps behind me. Adrien walks in, looking as charming as ever, his usual relaxed demeanor radiating love for our little family. And just when I think he's going to join in the action, he sneakily squeezes my butt.

"Hey there, beautiful," he whispers, leaning in to plant a kiss on my cheek.

Mia's head snaps in our direction, and her little face scrunches up in delight. "Eww, Daddy!"

Adrien laughs, "What? Don't you like seeing your parents being affectionate? It's romantic!"

Mia shakes her head vehemently. "No! No kissy!"

"Okay, okay, I promise to keep it to a minimum," he smirks, winking at me. He knows how much I adore these moments.

As though sensing her chance, Mia dashes towards him, her little feet pattering across the wooden floor. "Watch out, Daddy! I keep my eyes on you!" she warns, her tiny finger wagging in the air comically.

"Keep your eyes on me?" Adrien chuckles. "What do you mean, Miss Detective?"

"Don't kiss Mama!" she commands, arms crossed in defiance, her seriousness contrasting with her toddler innocence.

I can't help but laugh out loud at her adorability. "Mia, your daddy and I love each other a lot, but I think he knows better than to kiss me when you're around!"

"Yup, I'm definitely on my best behavior," Adrien responds, trying hard not to smile too broadly.

Just then, a soft whimper pulls my attention back to Charlie and Chandler. "Oh no, we can't have you two upset," I coo, gently rocking them. "Want to join in, Mia?"

"Yes! Twinnies!" she exclaims, hopping enthusiastically next to me.

As I give her a quick lesson on baby care, I say, "Okay, sweet pea, can you help me hold the bottle for Chandler?"

With exaggerated concentration, Mia nods. "Help! I hold!" She reaches forward, carefully grasping the bottle with her tiny hands.

"Good job, Mia! Just like that!"

"Twinnie drink! Yummy milk!" she proclaims, beaming with pride, as Chandler starts to settle down with the bottle.

"Exactly! You're such a great big sister," I praise.

Mia beams, her green eyes glowing with happiness. "Big sissie! I help! Mama, I much bigger! I no sleep!"

"Oh, is that so? Why don't you want to sleep, my little one?"

"I stay with twinnies! I no leave!" she exclaims, crossing her arms again in her signature defiant way.

"They might need some rest, too, you know," I explain gently. "We can play with them in the morning."

Mia pauses, considering it. "Mmm... okay. But I watch! I peek!"

"Absolutely, peek all you want, darling," I chuckle.

Adrien chimes in, "And how about a little cuddle time before bed? We can all snuggle on the couch, what do you think?"

"I cuddle! Family cuddle!" Mia cheers, bouncing up and down, clearly loving the idea of spending more time together.

As we settle onto the couch, I feel a wave of warmth wash over me, surrounded by my beloved family. Charlie and Chandler are nestled in my arms, and Mia is snuggled against Adrien, who drapes an arm protectively around her.

"You know," Adrien whispers to me, a playful glint in his eye, "when I get Mia to sleep, maybe we can have a 'romantic' evening of our own after..."

I can see the tickle of mischief in his gaze, and I can't resist playing along. "Oh? And what would that entail?"

"Just you and me, maybe a movie?" he suggests, but his voice lowers conspiratorially. "Or, you know... some quality 'us' time?"

"I think we can make that work," I tease back, but before I can say more, Mia's small voice echos with certainty, "No kisses! Daddy!"

"And remember, I'm watching you!" she reminds him, her tone serious, already sounding like a tiny guardian.

Adrien bursts into laughter, "Alright, alright, I'll behave, little watchdog!"

As the night carries on and the twins finally drift off to sleep, Mia curls up next to me, her head resting against my shoulder, her eyelids heavy with slumber. I glance at Adrien, who looks at our sleeping children with a proud smile.

"Pretty incredible day, huh?" he murmurs softly.

"Absolutely," I respond, my heart swelling with love. "Couldn't ask for anything more."

And in this precious moment, I realize that our family is large enough to embrace all of our chaos and joy, with a toddler's spirit innocently guarding our love.