Three little angels

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I felt something in my back pocket vibrate as I turned the channel on the tv with Amaya sleeping in my lap and the boys laying on a few pillows in the floor with my comforter on top of them.

I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and Mariska had texted me "hey! It's Mariska, my meeting is over so I'll be by to pick them up on my way back"

I responded with a simple "ok" and turned on an old episode of pretty little liars. I tried to get up and make some Mac and cheese for the kids but was trapped under Amaya's head.

About fifteen minutes rolled around and I heard a car, someone knocked on the door and I assumed it's Mariska so I finally got up and answered it, Mariska waved an asked where they were, I stepped back and she walked in to grab them but Amaya was already shaking the boys telling them to wake up.

when Mariska picked Andrew up he started squealing and kicking "what's wrong buddy" Mariska said putting him down

"I don't want to go home"

"what if we get ice cream?"

He stopped crying and immediately perked up "really? Can we?"

"If you behave" Mariska smiled at him and he smiled back.

When she got the kids in the car she came back in to pay my and thank me "thanks for watching the little Demond's" she smiled at me an winked.

"they were angels for me"

"really? They're usually beating the hell out of each other"

I chuckled a little and thanked her for trusting me

"bye bayer" she said right before walking out the door.

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