So.... heyo.
One year has past. Chad has started walking and Sophia is in the seventh grade(shivers). I have changed since last year... for the most part.
Pyro was making a video and I was cooking dinner. Chad resting on my hip
as I stir up some spaghett."Mom!" Sophia storms into the kitchen slamming her homework on the counter.
"My god, what happened to you," I say after setting down the wooden spoon and turning to her.
"These girls at school are making fun of our family and I want to murder them... but sadly that's illegal and I need ideas," she says and rests her head in her hands.
"Have you tried ignoring them?" I ask, she nods. "Have you asked them to stop?" She nods again. I furrow my brows and set down the boy. Glancing at her homework gives me an idea.
"Okay, then become their friend. Gain their trust and then when they're not looking..." BAM! I smack the counter. She jumps and gives me a very concerned look. "Works every time." I grin, arching a brow.
"Are you clinically insane?" She leans away, "Can I request to see your medical files?" I laugh.
Soon enough, my husband walks in, lifting his son into his arms.
"Is your mum giving you school advice?" He opens the fridge, scanning for food.
"Yeah," Sophia rolls her eyes. "Something like that." I push him away from the fridge and point to the stove. He kisses my cheek and migrated towards the food.
"Oh that's good, she's genius with that stuff. What did you need help with?" He looks at his adoptive daughter.
"Bullies!" I tell him, his jaw drops in shock.
"They prolly like Jake Paul and saggy titty satorious." He mutters while grabbing a plate and puts a heaping pile of spaghett on it. I nod in agreement. "But definitely take her insane advice on bullies cause she was one herself soooo," he glances between Sophia and I.
Quickly change topic.
"Have I ever mentioned my love for you?!" He grins at me doing his funny voice. I cross my arms and cackle.
"Actually no, I don't think you have," I say softly, placing my arms around his neck. I bite my lip and look into his blue eyes.
"Oh, well, let me tell ya."
TO BE CONTINUED
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