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cookies : kuwonu

clashing and clanging woke both you and zion from downstairs in the kitchen.

you groaned, "zion, go fix that mess." zion kissed his teeth and pealed the comforter off his body.

slowly walking down the stairs he was greeted by an unforgettable bright light, and three children trying to make, what seemed like, cookies.

"what the hell are y'all doing," zion looked over to check the time on the oven, rubbing his eyes, "it's fucking 3 am!!" he yelled.

"it was jordan's idea, he really wanted cookies." the youngest, jamari, ratted out the middle child.

"i don't care who's idea this was. clean this mess up." zion said before feeling small arms wrap around his torso. you kissed his bare back trying to calm him down. he soon relaxed and you released your grip from around his stomach to speak to your three troublemakers.

"here's what's going to happen, you're are going to finish the cookies, because i don't like wasting the food that i bought with my own money. then tomorrow there may or may not be a punishment-" zion cut you off from behind you, "there will be a punishment." your two boys nodded their heads, but your oldest, jasmine, she had her eyes glued to her phone.

zion saw you staring at jasmine and caught on. "hey, jasmine, let me see that phone-" he said, snatching the phone out of her hand, "ooo, lucas seems like a catch," he turned off the phone and put it in his pocket. "i'll hold on to it for you." he smiled, but she rolled her eyes.

"okay, so jasmine your gonna melt the butter, jamari your gonna get the egg, jordan go preheat the oven to 360, and zion just stand there because we know you don't want to do anything." you instructed and they followed.

you were always the prepared mother. for any situation. zion would sometimes sit back and watch you in awe, and after you sent them off to the bus stop, zion would always ask you how you do it. zion would now forever be afraid to lose you and the way you handled things with the kids.

"i don't understand how the hell you do it, y/n." zion said, as he wrapped his arms around your waist, making his head comfortable in the crook of your neck.

you both watched as the kids tried to mix the eggs and butter into the flour mixture. "i really don't know," you kissed his cheek, "but i should help them with that." you walked over to the three children.

"we should have used a hand mixer." jasmine grunted, trying to mix the mixture. "you just need a little elbow grease," you took the whisk from her and started to mix, "and if it looks too grainy, add a little water." you added water to the mix.

"now, i want you three to separate this dough into balls." you said, before making your way to the couch where zion sat.

you sat on his lap and kissed him, smiling into it. you were so happy, no matter how early your kids wake you up, you would still be happy to do family activities like this with them. happiness, pure happiness was all you could feel.

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"these cookies aren't that bad," you said, taking another cookie off the cookie sheet.

"but, there's still going to be a punishment," zion shoved another cookie in his mouth, "y'all woke me up at fuckin' 3 in the morning, kept me up." his voice was muffled.

"now, get your asses upstairs." the two boys went upstairs, but it was clear to see jasmine wanted her phone back.

"no i'm not giving it back to you, bye." zion said, shooing her up the stairs.

"how do you do it," you kissed his lips, "i could never punishment them as hard as you do." you smiled.

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