WHAT'S CRACK A LACKIN, YOU BITCHES, WITCHES AND SNITCHES.
Okay so I went into a deep writers block and I need you guys to send me some stuff you want to see. I'll try to come up with some stuff myself but writer block is fist fucking me
Third person P.O.V:
The children of the Ross-Urie-Weekes household woke up early. Amelie got up with the sound of her alarm clock at 7 am.
She happily jumped out of her bed and ran to her brother's room. She opened the door to her brother's bedroom.
"Knox! Knox! Wake up!" She whisper-yelled. Knox moved a bit but made no effort in waking up. She sighed, walking over to her brother and shaking him awake. "Wake up! It's Christmas!" At those two words her younger brother jolted awake.
Knox quickly got out of the bed. "It's Christmas! It's Christmas! It's Christmas!" He jumped up and down.
Amelie shushed her younger brother, giving him a tired look. "Be quiet! Daddies will wake up of we're not quiet and it'll ruin our plan." Knox shut his mouth but Amelie wasn't finished. "And why? Because you decided to start screaming. You're eight, start acting mature."
Knox looked down, quietly muttering "Yes, Ma'am."
She closed her eyes and let out sigh. "We need to get going on mission wake up daddy, dad and papa. Follow me." She walked out the room with her brother trailing behind her. The family pets, Zero, Penny and Bogart had woken up when Knox started screaming and were now following them.
Amelie quietly opened the door, she quietly tip toed in, when she saw her dads still asleep she gestured for Knox to come in and so did the pets.
In Brendon, Dallon and Ryan's room was a large king size bed and on top of it the three lovers. Dallon was on the side of the bed, with Ryan on the middle and Brendon on the other side with his leg on top of his husbands.
Amelie and Knox got on the other side of the bed, Amelie on Brendon's side and Knox on Dallon's. They counted to three in their heads and at the count of one the started jumping up and down and screaming.
"IT'S CHRISTMAS! IT'S CHRISTMAS! IT'S CHRISTMAS! IT'S CHRISTMAS! IT'S CHRISTMAS! IT'S CHRISTMAS!" They both yelled.
The three boys groaned. Dallon buried his face in Ryan's neck, Ryan threw his arm on his face and Brendon grabbed his pillow from under his head and threw it on his head.
Amelie and Knox started jumping faster and yelling louder. The dogs got up on the bed and started running around.
"WAKE UP, SLEEPYHEADS! IT'S CHRISTMAS!" Amelie yelled.
"They're not gonna stop so we have to get up." Dallon said in his morning, groggy voice.
"You first." Brendon groaned.
They both waited a moment. Both seemed to think the same thing.
"Ryaaaaaaaaan" the both called out for.
Ryan let out a cry and kicked his two husbands on the leg.
Knox stopped, pouting. He fell down on top of Brendon and Ryan.
"Oof." Brendon groaned at the sudden extra weight.
"Daddies, pwease wake up." Knox said in a baby voice.
Amelie smirked. Her brother was a little genius. He fell on top of Dallon and Ryan.
"Jesus." Ryan and Dallon said at the same time.
"Daddies, come onnnn. It's Chwistmas." Amelie pouted.
Brendon got up and Knox fell on top of Ryan.
