aeipathy | one shot collection

lazy day.

*Aubree's POV*

We have the day off of work today because the political protests were getting out of hand and we couldn't drive to where we work. Our businesses were in an uproar, but hey. We don't mind it.

Marie usually goes to a babysitter but we also gave her the day off. Since both of us are going to be here all day, what's the point in paying someone else to look after our kid?

Today we've pretty much done next to nothing. Dirty dishes are still in the sink, the floors need to be vacuumed, the beds aren't made. Willow and I haven't felt the need to do anything especially productive; we have this day off, so we're going to use it.

It's about 5:30 p.m. I decided I needed a shower - I haven't showered in four days, maybe? I know, I'm a trash can. - so I took a quick one in our bathroom upstairs, blasting some music I always listened to in high school. I almost slipped and fell from jamming out too hard.

I throw my t-shirt and pajama shorts on as quickly as possible when I finish because it's really freaking cold when you're naked. I didn't even shave.

I make my way downstairs, looking for the children. Yes, Willow counts as one. They're oddly quiet, which is either peaceful or horrifying. 

I stalk through the kitchen, looking for something to eat. I can't find anything, so I continue on my search for the children. I find them in the living room, asleep on the couch. Willow is sleeping on her back with Marie asleep on her stomach, both of them snoring like bulldogs on a Sunday night. It's honestly adorable to me, so I take a picture of it and post it on Snapchat.

The only thing I didn't realize was that the flash was on.

Of course, it wakes Willow up, who ends up waking Marie up by knocking her off the couch.

"What the heck did you do that for, Mama?" Marie screams, running up to Willow and smacking her on the head.

"Oops," I murmur, holding in a laugh. Willow glares sleepily at me. "It's time for dinner, guys, did you want me to order pizz-?"

"-YES!-"

"-yEAH!"

"I'll take that as a yes," I state, walking into the kitchen so I can call Domino's Pizza. Pizza isn't the healthiest thing for Marie but it's alright because she doesn't have to eat boring rabbit food all the time. Warriors don't eat rabbit food.

While we wait for the pizza, I plop myself between Willow and Marie on the couch and turn on Netflix. I look at Willow expectantly since she knows I'm an indecisive little fuck. 

"I don't know what to watch," she says defensively, raising up her hands.

"What about you, Marie? What do you wanna watch?"

She looks at me blankly for a couple seconds before she opens her mouth and shrieks, "ZOOTOPIA!"

Willow groans at the same time the doorbell rings. I get up and go to the door, opening it and greeting the pizza man awkwardly. We awkwardly trade the pizza box and money and then he's gone, driving down the road in his souped up Prius with that little Domino's plate on the top of it.

I bring the pizza into the living room and as soon as Marie sees me, she jumps over Willow, kneeing her in her lady parts and running over to me.

"Just wait! I'm almost there and then we can all watch Zootopia and eat pizza together. Okay?" I say jokingly, laughing at Marie.

"Okay," Marie whispers with determination, grabbing onto my leg and not letting go. I sigh, lugging myself and her over to the couch while Willow watches and doesn't help. I stick my tongue out at her and she just smiles at me.

I collapse onto the couch as Willow scoops up Marie. She screams with laughter, almost kicking the precious box of pizza out of my lap. I grab it protectively, clicking Zootopia on Netflix and getting comfortable. Marie snuggles into our sides, using our bodies for warmth. Willow puts her arm around me, kissing me on the cheek. Then she beelines for the pizza.

I take the pepperonis off of a piece, giving it to Marie. 

"Thank you, Mommy," she says sweetly, taking a big bite out of it. She sips some apple juice out of her rainbow sippy cup, rubbing the pizza grease on her new pants. 

"Marie, use a napkin! Don't wipe the grease on your pants," I scold. She giggles guiltily at me. 

I love children.

She eats almost five pieces, passing out on Willow's thigh halfway through the movie. When the movie ends, we carry her up to her bedroom, laying her in her bed and tucking her in. We kiss her on the forehead, turning on the calming sounds on her alarm clock in case she wakes up.

Willow and I watch some TV shows in the living room for a couple hours and cuddle, but then we get tired too. We head up to our bedroom, barely kissing each other on the lips before we pass out in bed.