Ode of Laundry Machine **

Sock - Learning To Parent

Clorox barged through the front door. Anger filled his eyes. I felt horrible. How could I have been so stupid? I thought to myself. Clorox suddenly saw my expression and his face loosened. "Listen, Sock I love you but we need to be better parents," he said, calmly. He walked over and gave me a hug, babies in hand. I was careful not to squish their tiny heads. They looked up at us, their big eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. Jim let out something that sounded like a goose on mating season. Clorox and I laughed. We may not be the best at parenting, but we could still give them all of our love. 

We took them out for a walk later that day. The stroller was one of the expensive two-seated ones. Clorox and I took turns pushing the stroller while the other person just walked. We were getting better at feeding them. Well, better than before anyway. I looked down at Stewella and Jim. They were fast asleep, their "heads" on each other's "shoulders." I cooed in admiration. My little jellybeans. I tapped Clorox. "Clorox, they're sleeping," I whispered, as to not wake the bebes up. He looked down at them and nodded. "Let's go back home so we can put them in their beds." he agreed. 

We put them in their cribs and closed the door. I felt dirty so I kissed Clorox and hopped in the shower. I was cleaning myself with fabric softener when I heard the door open and Clorox walked in. I Raised an eyebrow. Clorox was never much of a shower kid of guy. He opened the glass door and stepped in. I grinned as Clorox smoothed back my hem. We kissed, his hands caressing my sides. 

WARNING! THE NEXT PART IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES SO IF YOU ARE UNDER 14 OR HAVE A PROBLEM WITH INAPPROPRIATE CONTENT, PLEASE SKIP TO THE NEXT PARAGRAPH!

I placed my hands on his, feeling every line, every imperfection etched into his plastic. He moved his hands down slowly, slowly eventually finding my legs. We Parted lips and giggled. I wrapped my "leg" around him and we kissed once more. I ran my hands through his cap while I lifted my "head" up to let him kiss my "neck." I felt his mouth crush against my throat, his lips soft to the touch. I pulled back. "We should get out of here," I muttered. "Yes we should love," he agreed. My brain face-palmed. "No seriously though we've run out of warm water." 

(okay the mature part's over)

We shuffled awkwardly out of the shower and into the bedroom to get dressed. We kept exchanging giddy looks. When we both were fully clothed, we checked on the babies to make sure they were still asleep. They were, thank goodness. Sure that they were fast asleep, we stepped into the kitchen and stopped. I'm pretty sure we both had no idea why we were in the kitchen. That, or we both forgot. I shrugged and we went back upstairs to take a nap. When i layed down Clorox pressed his "head" into my "neck" and we just layed there, breathing in each other's fumes.

Just then, we heard wailing from the other room. We both got up and marched toward the babies room. We each picked up a kid and rocked them. They went to sleep once more with no fuss and we placed them back in their cribs. We were learning to parent just fine.

THAT NIGHT****

Clorox and I hired a babysitter to watch over the kids while we went out for the night. Clorox didn't tell me where we were going, but I trusted him. We eventually arrived at the cliff at the top of the dryer. I gasped. The view was nice in the daytime, but it was even more breath-taking at sunset. We laid out a picnic blanket and sat down, eating sandwiches. We talked for a while and I felt the same way I did when we first met. I remembered why I loved him in the first place. After the sunset, we layed down and gazed up at the stars. Clorox turned to me. "Do you love me Sock?" he asked, his voice sultry. "Of course I do babe," I responded. I had no idea what was in store for me. Clorox suddenly got up. I stood up with him. He slowly kneeled down on one knee and pulled something from behind him. 

"Sock, my love," he started. I gasped. This couldn't be real. I didn't believe it. He smiled and continued. "I love you more than any other sock and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you do the honour of making me the happiest bottle alive?" He cleared his throat. "Sock, will you marry me?"