Love Is Love

Don't let me go...

Lin's POV:
"Here comes the aeroplane!"
I walked in to see, not my parents, but Jon catering for the twins.
"Choo! Choo!"
And mentally face palmed.
"Jon I don't think that's the sound an aeroplane makes."
He looked over his shoulder at me and grinned widely.
"Trust you to correct me being the English teacher and all."
I ignored him and ran up to the children, quickly freeing them of the high-chair contraption and hugging them both while carrying them in my arms.
"Awww!"
"Ariella? Isaac? Wanna spin?"
They looked at me as I grinned devilishly beginning to turn faster and faster as they screamed and squealed in terror and excitement.
"Uh Lin, I would stop, I mean, Ariella..."
Then I felt a thick, smelly substance pour on my back.
"Baby puke."
I heard Jon muffling a laugh as I changed shirts and put the messy one into the washing machine.
"Who's a good girl for puking on daddy? You're a good girl for puking on daddy!"
Jon was lifting Ariella up as they booped noses and the room was filled with my beautiful daughter's laughter.
"She looks so much like Stacy."
Jon's head darted around at my comment expecting me to be in tears but I just smiled sullenly.
"I mean, the eyes, the hair, the beauty, the resemblance is uncanny. Man, she definitely had the good genes out of the pair of us."
"I think your beautiful - no, I mean, handsome."
"Fun home."
"Gotcha."
We both looked back at Ariella as she looked back with her big hazel eyes and huge eyelashes that made her look like a true goddess. Isaac, meanwhile, had found the wonders of the pen and paper and was drawing like mad.
"Future artist?"
"Maybe. See to it later on."
"And what about you princess? What will you be when you're older?"
She looked blankly at me.
"Let's just hope you get yourself a better man than your mother did, and let's hope he doesn't make the same mistakes your father did."
I put Ariella back down on the floor as she crawled to Isaac watching the biro glide across the paper. Jon was in the corner of the room, not looking at me but, almost studying me. As if I were a math problem or something.
"Issue?"
"I don't think I'll ever figure you out Lin-Manuel Miranda."
"Good to know Jonathan Groffsauce."
He rolled his eyes as I shrugged in content watching my kids on the carpet.
"How many Disney movies have they seen then?"
My mind went into haywire.
"Okay Jon, get me Moana, The little Mermaid, Snow White, Brave, Finding Nemo, Finding Dori, Shark Tale, Wreck It Ralph and, um, MARY POPPINS!"
He laughed.
"GO! GO! GO!"
With that he sprinted out of the room and I prepared the snacks for today. Popcorn, Sweeties and Smoothies. A lot easier said than done. I'd successfully achieved the sweeties and was carefully watching the popcorn pop. It was the smoothies I knew I'd struggle with. Jon walked in to see me slicing fruit and dropping it into the jug thingy. After he's amused himself enough he took the knife off of me and turned it 180 degrees. I was cutting on the blunt side the whole time. Together we sliced the fruit, poured milk in and pressed the mix button.
"WAIT LI-"
And straight after the walls had been blanketed with smoothie, as well as Jon's face had.
"Jon..."
"You go entertain your kids, sort out the movie, anything but scupper up the kitchen anymore than you already have."
I left holding back a laugh until I fell into an explosive fit of giggles once I left the room.
"I heard that."
"BAHAHAHAHAHA!"
I ran off into the lounge where I gathered the kids and held each movie before their big eyes.
"Okay, whichever one you look the most spellbound by, we will watch that first."
They gave me the same look for each movie.
"Oh! Uh, seems like Ariella wants to watch The little Mermaid! Funny that!"
I hurriedly put the disc in before Jon could argue and the title screen came up.
"Good choice Lin."
"Ariella chose it!"
"Bull."
I turned around to see Jon smirking at me as I rolled my eyes.
"I don't tolerate such talk around my children, so, if you could, say, ferme la bouche s'il vous plait? Merci beaucoup."
"Comment dit on 'son of a biscuit' en français?"
"Push off Jon."
He laughed sitting down next to me on the sofa as Ariella and Isaac played with their toys. Jon, in his own mind, pictured himself as Ursula as he performed her song to his full capability standing on the sofa and using the remote as a microphone.
"Jon if you don't get down right now, a poor unfortunate soul will be the least of your problems."
Jon obliged quickly sliding in the comment of "cheeky". I glared at him as he laughed motioning for me to be quiet for the movie. But I was a hypocrite for when Under the Sea came on I was Sebastian. The crab was a part of me. So, of course, I stood on the sofa earning an unimpressed glance from Groff and too copied his use of the remote control.
"The lute play the flute
The carp play the harp
The plaice play the bass
And they sounding sharp
The bass play the brass
The chub plays the tub
The fluke is the duke of soul
The ray he can play
The lings on the strings
The trout rocking out
The blackfish she sings
The smelt and the sprat they know where it's at
And all those blowfish blow!"
"I don't know whether to be impressed or pity you. And even then I don't know whether to pity you or your children."
"Hmm?"
"You are going to be the most embarrassing dad the world has ever seen. I could pity you and your sad sad future or pity the kids for their doom."
We both then looked at the kids watching the bright display on screen.
"Groffsauce, I'm gonna embarrass them to my heart's content."

AN: LATE UPDATE! I didn't actually need to search up the Under the Sea lyrics 😂. Anyway see ya in the next chapter!