"Mommy, I don't want to go." Sawyer pouted.
"Why?" I frowned looking him over.
"I don't like football."
"It's girl time."
"Shiloh." I groaned.
"Please mommy."
"You have to go talk to your dad." He ran off and I looked back at my daughter who was so much like me. I opened my arms for her and she came over lying against me.
"We can always have girl time okay. How about tonight me and you just watch a movie?"
"Okay." I kissed her forehead and held her until Bradley came in.
"Sawyer doesn't want to go." I shook my head.
"He said he doesn't like football. He can come with me while you take Harley."
"Fine, love you."
"Love you too." He leaned down pecking my lips before kissing her forehead.
"Love you princess."
"Love you daddy." Sawyer came running and curled up to my side.
"Harley Alexander, get in here." I yelled.
"What?" He groaned walking over to me.
"Hey mister drop the attitude."
"I have to go mom, I have practice."
"Keep talking like that and you won't be going to practice."
"Harley, come on bud time to go." Bradley yelled for him.
"Fix your son's attitude Bradley."
"What's going on?" He looked between us.
"He's being mean to mommy." Sawyer said.
"Come on, let's go." He took Harley and I pulled Sawyer into my arms.
"Mom."
"What?"
"I'm hungry."
"What do you guys want?"
"Nuggies and fries."
"McDonalds it is."
"Yes." They both cheered.
"Let me grab my bag and we can go." I let them both go and they followed me into the kitchen where I grabbed my bag. They took my hand and brought me to the car where I buckled them in before leaving. We pulled up and I went and ordered before we sat down.
"Mommy." Shiloh said.
"What baby?"
"I want a sister."
"I don't know baby girl."
"Please momma." She pouted.
"I will have to talk to daddy about that one."
"Why?"
"Because I need to ask daddy what he thinks."
"Okay." She smiled looking out the window.
"Buddy, why don't you tell me why you didn't want to go to practice." I asked trying to change the subject.
"I don't like football. I'm too little so they make fun of me." He said making my heart break. He was the smallest out of the three, but he wasn't much smaller.
"How come you didn't tell daddy or Harley?"
"Harley is mean too."
"Come here baby." He came over and I wrapped my arms around him.
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