Highschool Lovers

what a cute baby

I've barely settled into the couch, taking a moment to appreciate the brief stillness in the house, when the sound of giggles erupts from the playroom like a firecracker. Mia, with her wild brown curls, dodges past me, followed closely by Charlie and Chandler, who are currently engaging in their favorite game: Crazy Chase.

"Mommy! Charlie has my unicorn!" Mia squeals, her arms flailing like a windmill in a storm.

"Not my fault! You said I could have it!" Charlie retorts, his tiny hands clenching the plush toy fiercely.

I shake my head with a chuckle, "Guys, come on! How about we play a different game? Your brother Luke is—"

Before I can even finish my sentence, I turn to check on the baby, only to find that in the blink of an eye, the chaos has doubled in size. There they are: Mia, Charlie, and Chandler, all clustered around the bouncer with  Luke cooing adorably in his fluffy onesie.

"What are you guys doing with him?" I ask, rushing over, half-worried, half-amused.

"He's playing with us!" Mia announces proudly, as Chandler bounces up and down beside her, trying to get Luke's attention.

"Yeah! We're showing him our dance moves!" Charlie adds, demonstrating a wild spin that somehow manages to knock over a pile of blocks.

"Dance moves?" I raise an eyebrow, my heart racing just a little. "Are you sure he's ready for that?"

"Watch!" Chandler giggles, twirling dramatically before collapsing into a fit of laughter.

"I think he prefers the mobile over your dance moves," I tease, leaning down to Luke as he giggles in response. "Aren't you the cutest little guy?"

Adrien walks in then, his hair still slightly tousled from the morning rush, his eyes glinting with amusement as he surveys the scene. "What have I walked into?"

"Just the kids showing Luke how to dance," I say, not entirely sure how to explain the whirlwind of activity around them.

"Ah, so this is turning into a family talent show?" he replies, chuckling. "Are we judging or participating?"

"Mia and the twins seem to be leading the competition!" I say with a grin. "But Luke might need a little more training before he can compete."

"No way!" Mia interrupts, her hands on her hips. "Luke can be our coach! Right, Luke?" She leans down, fanning her fingers near his face.

"Goo!" Luke responds, waving his tiny fists as if he's in agreement.

"See?" she beams. "He's on my team!"

At that moment, an unholy racket bursts out as the twins start a mini tug-of-war over the stuffed unicorn. Before I know it, the room devolves into a symphony of laughing shrieks, and Adrien and I exchange amused looks.

"Want me to help with the chaos?" he asks, "Or should we leave them be?"

"Help, please!" I laugh. "I think your coaching skills might come in handy."

"Okay, team!" he calls out, clapping his hands to gather their attention. "How about a dance-off? Everyone against everyone! And Luke will judge!"

"Yay!" the kids scream in unison, and just like that, my living room is transformed into a competitive dance floor.

As I sit back and watch my wonderfully chaotic family, Luke giggles along with the twins, and I can't help but smile. Even in the middle of this beautiful mess, I know one thing for sure: there's never a dull moment with Adrien and our four little tornadoes.