Dangerous connection (Freenbecky)

Chapter 45 :

Morning Mischief

It was a bright Sunday morning, and the mansion was unusually quiet—almost too quiet. Becky was finishing up folding laundry in the bedroom, humming softly to herself. The twins were supposed to be playing in the living room, but the absence of their usual giggles and chatter made her pause.

"Bunny," Becky called out, setting down a neatly folded shirt. "Where are the kids?"

"In the garden," Freen's voice floated back, sounding suspiciously nonchalant.

Becky narrowed her eyes, knowing her husband too well. She quickly made her way downstairs, her instincts screaming that trouble was brewing.

Sure enough, as soon as she stepped outside, her jaw dropped. Freen was crouched near the flower bed, grinning mischievously, while Sam and Finley were covered in dirt from head to toe. Their small hands clutched tiny watering cans as they giggled, splashing mud at each other.

"Babe!" Becky's voice rang out, making all three of them freeze like deer caught in headlights.

"Uh-oh," Sam whispered, dropping his watering can.

"Hi, Princess," Freen said sheepishly, standing up and brushing dirt off his hands. "We were, uh, gardening."

"Gardening?" Becky crossed her arms, glaring at her husband. "It looks like a mud party!"

"It's educational!" Freen tried, scooping up Finley, who was now giggling uncontrollably. "The kids are learning about plants."

"Plants don't need this much water," Becky shot back, pointing to the puddle that had formed in the middle of her once-pristine flower bed.

Sam tugged at her shirt, his big, innocent eyes looking up at her. "Mommy, Daddy said we could make a mud castle!"

Becky sighed, her frustration melting at the sight of her son's hopeful expression. "And did Daddy also tell you who's cleaning this up?"

Sam nodded enthusiastically. "Daddy said you would help!"

Freen laughed nervously, backing away as Becky's glare turned to him. "Okay, okay, maybe I got a little carried away."

Becky's Cute Punishment

After a stern lecture, Becky handed Freen a mop and a bucket of soapy water. "Since you're so good at making messes, Bunny, you can clean the patio—and the kids can help."

"Come on, Princess, that's harsh!" Freen groaned, but the playful twinkle in Becky's eyes told him there was no getting out of this.

"Unless you want to skip dessert tonight," she added, raising an eyebrow.

Freen gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I would," Becky said sweetly, leaning down to wipe some mud off Finley's cheek. "Sam, Finley, go get the tiny mops Mommy bought for you."

"Yes, Mommy!" the twins chirped in unison, running off excitedly.

Freen groaned, muttering under his breath as he started scrubbing. "Stick Mommy strikes again."

"I heard that!" Becky called out from the porch, watching him with an amused smile.

Bath Time Chaos

After the mud mess was cleaned up, Becky prepared a warm bath for the twins. Freen, of course, decided bath time was the perfect opportunity for more mischief.

"Let's see who can make the biggest splash!" Freen announced as he poured bubbles into the tub.

Sam and Finley cheered, happily splashing water everywhere while Becky stood at the door, hands on her hips.

"Bunny," she warned. "This isn't a swimming pool."

"But look how much fun they're having!" Freen grinned, dunking a rubber duck under the water and sending a small wave splashing over the edge of the tub.

"You're worse than the kids," Becky muttered, grabbing a towel to mop up the floor.

When the bath finally ended, the bathroom looked like a small tidal wave had hit. Becky handed each twin a fluffy towel, then turned to Freen with a knowing look.

"You're cleaning this up too, Daddy Bunny."

"Yes, ma'am," Freen said, saluting her with a playful smirk.

Bedtime Stories

Later that night, the family snuggled up in the twins' room for storytime. Sam and Finley were freshly bathed and dressed in matching pajamas, their eyes wide with excitement as Freen held up a colorful book.

"Tonight's story is about a brave prince and a clever princess," Freen announced dramatically, sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

"Just like us!" Finley squealed, clapping her hands.

"That's right, baby," Freen said, winking at her.

As Freen read the story, he added his own twists, making silly voices and exaggerated gestures that had the twins laughing uncontrollably. Becky sat on the edge of the bed, watching with a soft smile.

When the story ended, Freen tucked the twins in, kissing their foreheads. "Goodnight, my little troublemakers," he whispered.

"Goodnight, Daddy," they murmured, their eyelids already drooping.

Becky kissed them too, smoothing Sam's hair and adjusting Finley's blanket. As they tiptoed out of the room, Freen wrapped an arm around her waist.

"You're such a stick mommy," he teased softly.

"And you're the fun daddy," Becky replied, leaning into him. "But that's what makes us a good team."

Freen smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "You're right, Princess. Together, we've got this."

As they settled into their own bed that night, the house was finally quiet—peaceful, but never dull. And as Freen drifted off, he couldn't help but smile, thinking about the beautiful chaos that was their little family.