Interracial Imagines ◇ JB

toilet problem

toilet problem
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s u m m a r y ; you and justin have a. . .toilet problem

(y/n)'s pov.

Working all day was certainly something I didn't like to do. . . All I wanted was a nice bath, and not to have to argue with Justin. Seeing Justin and Justine was all that made me smile and fell way better than before.

Grabbing the key to the front door, I unlocked it, and happily entered, knowing that Justin and Justine weren't far.

Dropping my bag to the floor, I walked into the kitchen. No Justine or Justin. . . "Justin!?" I shout, walking towards the stairs that led upward.

No response was heard as I made my way to the stairs. Maybe Justin had laid Justine down. . .But it was four in the afternoon. . .

I lifted my brows, and continued up the long staircase. "Justin!" I finished my venture up the stairs, and went into the pink colored room, that our two year old slept in.

"Justine?" I said lowly, peeking my head into the empty room. She was not here. . . "Where is my kid?" I whispered to myself, shaking my head side to side. I was - honestly - more worried about the kid, you never know what a two year old can do. . .

I keep going, until I heard the toilet flush. Must be Justin. . .Or so I thought. The bathroom door swings open, sending my hair flying around my face.

The body of my two year old girl comes running out with a look of fear and worry. "Mommy?" Justine questions, as she sees me in the hall. Her shirt with a pink bear cheesing in soaking wet, and her pajama pants the same.

"Yes, it's me. Justine, what happened to your shirt?" I asked, as I bent lower to her level of eye sight. Her big brown eyes stared back at me with the same fear she had earlier.

"N-nothing, Mommy," Justine assured, placing her semi-wet hands on my cheeks. She looked into my eyes, as trying to make me forget and fall into her trap.

"Are you sure? Where's daddy?" I asked, and stood back up, examining her clothes. Why are they wet? "Daddy's in here, Mommy!" Justine squealed at me, before galloping away down the hall towards our bedroom.

I heard the snoring before we were even there. He was asleep while my baby was running around!? I sighed, and rubbed my temples, walking in with Justine by my side.

We came closer, and I noticed something on his face. Black marker streaks were tattooed onto his face. I couldn't help but burst into laughter, which woke him up in an alarmed manner.

"W-What!?" Justin yelled, jumping into a sitting position. His hazy eyes glazed over me and then onto Justine with a sour expression. "Don't look at us like that!" I snapped at him and crossed my arms over my chest. . .

Justin's pov.

"Don't look at us like that!" (Y/N) shouts at me, while I sit up all the way. Justine looks up at me with thos big eyes, as she stands there with her clothes soaking wet.

"What's up?" I asked, rubbing my right eye looking up at them. (Y/N) scoffed at me, "What do you mean, what's up?" She snapped at me, and gestures to Justine. Justine just smiles at me, like the innocent girl she is.

"What?" I honestly don't know what's going on. I think that's a bad thing. . .

"Are you serious, Justin, you were supposed to be watching her!" (Y/N) yells, like Justine did something wrong. I didn't see anything out of place.

"She's soaking wet," (Y/N) says, but before I can say anything back, we hear a loud mechanical groan.

"What was that?" I asked, getting up from the nice bed, to investigate the noise.

"I don't knwo, daddy." Justine whispered, hanging her head, as we exited the bedroom (Y/N) and I shared.

(Y/N) lead the way, with her eyebrow raised slightly. Justine's feet padded throughout the hallway.

Up ahead, I saw it before anyone else did. Water slid from under the bathroom door. Oh shittt. . . Another rises from the bathroom.

"Oh ma gosh!" My wife gasped, finally seeing the water seep by her toes. We both looked over to Justine, who tried to cover her nervousness with a smile.

"Justin, look!" (Y/N) shouted, pointing to the liquid. Indeed, I had seen it, and was confused to how it happened. I started adding it up before we even got to open the door. Justine had something to do with this.

We were silent, as (Y/N) grabbed the small doorknob to open the door.

Opening the door, my wife was introduced to a small wave of water. Toilet water, to be exact.

"Justin, how did this happen!?" She yelped, the water flowing past us and down the hall, slowly.

I didn't have the slightest clue, to how this happened.

The toilet sat in the bathroom, with things piled into it. Like toilet paper, dolls, I saw my toothbrush and much more.

"I'm sowwy, mommy n daddy," (Y/N) and I turned around to see Justine picking with her nails.

"Justin!" (Y/N) yelped, once again, "You were supposed to watch her!" I sighed, and buried my head in my hands. I didn't think that Justine would do sonething like this.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)" I munbled, feeling both sets of brown eyes on me. (Y/N)'s eyes were probably filled with anger, and Justine's were probably filled with concern.

"Justin. . ." She murmured back, as I looked back up to my family. I knew something like this would happen. Sadly. . .

"I'll call a plumber, and you get Justine cleaned up," I said, letting (Y/N) take Justine out of the bathroom. I knew she would try to give the poor baby a talk about tge toilet and what doesn't go in it, and what does.

I took my phone out of my pocket, and looked for a plumber. . .

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