Chapter 3

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Idina rolled over onto her side and opened one of her eyes to look at her alarm clock. 9:48am. She groaned and rolled back onto her other side and cuddled into Tom, who was wide awake and reading. He chuckled and rubbed her back with the hand he wasn't using to hold his book. Idina looked up at him and smiled softly, resting her head on his chest. Tom smiled back and kissed the top of her head.

"Good morning, sunshine," He murmured softly to her.

"Morning," She smiled up at him before kissing him and getting out of bed.

"Well someone's a go getting this morning." Tom stated, setting his book on his abdomen. "Meeting this morning or something?"

She looked at him and shook her head. She was always up early, before anybody in the house. Shouldn't he know that after thirteen years of marriage? Obviously not.

"No. I'm always up early. Most of the time I'm up earlier than this. You should know this by now, Tom." She grabbed a pair of jeans from the closet along with a shirt and changed. "You must be a really deep sleeper if you can't feel me fight my way out of your arms every morning."

Tom shrugged. "I must be. So what's for breakfast?"

"You expect me to cook you breakfast?" Her eyebrow raised and a playful smile tugged at her lips.

"Idina!" He whined and looked at her. "You always make me breakfast!"

"I spoil you. That's what I do," She said walking over and kissing him chastely on the lips before walking downstairs, calling over her shoulder, "Maybe you should return the favor!"

As she walked into the kitchen, she saw her daughters lounging on the couch casually watching television. She smiled briefly before realizing their morning chores weren't done. Both Dawn and Shelby knew that they needed to have their chores done by 10:00am before they could do anything else.

"Girls, why aren't your chores done?" She asked, starting a pot of coffee.

"Dad said they could wait," Dawn replied, looking at her mother.

Idina pinched the bridge of her nose. God damn him. He knew the rules as well as they did. They should've known better than to listen to him because they knew they'd get in trouble if they didn't do them. She was going to have a talk with Mr. "They-Can-Wait." Maybe she'd give him chores to do too. The thought of listening to him complain about doing chores brought a smirk to her face.

"Well, since you decided to abide by your father's rules and not mine, you get extra chores today," Idina told them sharply.

"But mom-" Dawn started but was cut off by Shelby hitting her arm and saying, "Hush or you'll make it worse."

Idina nodded in silent agreement to what Shelby said. Not only did Dawn look like Tom but she also had the same personality. A personality that led her and her sister into trouble more often than Idina liked. Shelby on the other hand was more like her mother, in looks and personality. She was also much quieter than her older sister.

"Not only are you going to do the chores you decided to put off, you'll be giving the dogs a bath, mowing the yard, and watering the garden," Idina said sternly, rolling her eyes when the girls groaned. "Now, girls."

They got up and started doing their chores. Idina poured herself a cup of coffee, turning her said as she saw Tom walk downstairs. "As for you, you'll be cleaning the cars."

"What?" He asked, clearly confused. "What did I do?"

"Really, Tom?" Idina asked him, raising an eyebrow. "You told the girls they didn't have to do their chores, when you know that's the rule."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." He said, pouring himself coffee.

"You better be." She smiled. "The girls better have their chores done before I get back and you better have the cars washed before I get back."

"Where are you going?" He asked confused.

"I need to go into the studio to record a few songs for the album for Wicked," Idina said, grabbing her purse and walking towards the door. "Have fun with your chore."

"I will!" Tom exclaimed as she shut the door then started to think of mischievous ways he and the girls could get Idina back.


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