Highschool Lovers

the great onesie escape

I glance at the clock; it's only 9 AM, and already the noise level in the house is off the charts.

"Adrien! Can you please help me with Luke?!" I yell over the rambunctious chorus of squeals.

Adrien appears at the doorway, his hair tousled, and an expression that's a mix of amusement and concern. "What's happening now?" he asks, half-laughing as he spots our youngest, Luke, dashing around in just a diaper.

Mia and the twins, Charlie and Chandler, are on the living room floor, giggling maniacally as they attempt to chase Luke, who is currently evading them like a slippery eel.

"Look, Mommy! We're painting Luke's nails!" Mia beams, holding up a shiny pink nail polish, and I notice there are already streaks of it on the coffee table.

"Uh-oh," I murmur, "Where'd you find nail polish?"

"Under the sink!" Mia chirps, as if that's all the explanation I need.

Adrien squats down, leaning his arms on his knees, trying to catch a glimpse of our very busy one-year-old. "Luke! Come here, buddy!" he calls with a voice that's strikingly similar to a cat wrangling a rogue mouse.

"Not gonna happen," I say with a teasing grin. "He's on his own mission today."

"Luke! Nail polish is for girls, not boys!" Charlie squeaks as he lunges for Luke, only to miss entirely and tumble onto the soft rug.

"Boys can paint their nails too, Charlie!" Chandler insists, her little face scrunching up in determination. "Right, Mommy?"

"Uh, well, of course! It's all about having fun!" I say, caught in the balance of chaos and the need for order. "But let's get some clothes on Luke first before he makes a mess everywhere."

"No way!" Luke giggles, an impish look sparkling in his wide eyes as he runs back into the kitchen, leaving a trail of giggles and half-hearted chaos behind him.

"Here we go," Adrien sighs, his voice mixed with defeat and delight. "I'll go after him. Stay here!" He dashes off in pursuit of Luke.

"Mia, can you help Mommy clean up the table?" I ask.

"Sure!" she replies, already scooping up stray brushes and bottles of nail polish.

"Great! And Charlie, you can help too. Let's find some pants for Luke!"

"Nah! I want to paint his toenails!" Charlie protests, crossing his arms with a stubborn frown.

"Okay, we can paint them once he's dressed. Deal?"

"Deal!" he finally exclaims, the prospect of future nail painting exciting him.

Moments later, Adrien returns, triumphantly holding Luke, who is flailing joyfully. "I caught the little tornado!"

"Good work, superhero!" I say, waving my arms encouragingly. "Now, how about we get some clothes on him?"

"Wait!" Mia exclaims, waving her hands. "I have a better idea! Let's dress him up like a princess!"

"Princess?" Adrien raises an eyebrow, glancing at me with faux seriousness. "Is that a good idea, Y/n?"

Before I can respond, Mia and Chandler dash into the dress-up box, emerging with a poofy pink tutu and a sparkly tiara.

"On second thought," I say, biting my lip to keep from laughing, "Maybe just some pants?"

"Pants no fun!" Mia replies, and Luke squeals in agreement, waving his hands as if declaring war on any pants that might cross his path.

"Okay, tutu it is!" Adrien announces, sliding the tutu onto Luke over his diaper, much to the kids' delight.

My laughter bursts forth as I finally give in. "Who cares? You look fabulous, Luke!"

"Fabulous!" Charlie echoes, giggling uncontrollably.

"Mia, can we paint his nails now?" Chandler pleads, her eyes sparkling with excitement as Luke starts to twirl around, showcasing his new look.

"Sure! But only if he stays still!" Mia agrees, her tone matter-of-fact, as she gets the nail polish ready again.

"Alright, you win," I say, resting my hands on my hips, resigned to the inevitable squawking chaos that is our lovely little family.

With a grin, I sit down on the floor beside Adrien, who is shaking his head yet smiling, "What are we even doing here?"

"Having fun," I respond, knowing full well that when you're married to the Adrien Agreste, every moment turns into a whirlwind of joy, unpredictability, and yes, a paint-smeared adventure.

"Let's do it," he says, rolling up his sleeves, ready to dive into our family's beautifully chaotic day.