Blended

four

"i swear to fucking god," ariana said as she smacked teagans hand. "let me brush your hair, it's a mess."

"it hurts," teagan whined.

"because you never brush the shit, now stay still before i bust your ass."

"you're mean."

"i'll get meaner, keep fucking with me."

"mommy someone's hungry," mac said as he walked into the living room with mackenzie in his arms.

"she's gonna have to wait a few minutes, i'm dealing with a rats nest."

"she's pretty grumpy momma."

"you know who else is grumpy? mommas grumpy because momma has been fussing over this fucking house all day trying to get it ready for a birthday party and the guest of honor is being an asshole, i swear to god if you pull away from me one more fucking time, marjorie," she said, smacking teagans arm.

"ow!" teagan whined.

"it has to get brushed teagan, i have to do it while it's wet otherwise it's gonna be poofy if we do it when it dries. do you want it down or in a ponytail?"

"i want like your ponytail."

"i'm not straightening your hair, it's gonna be a curly high pony."

"okay."

"mommy's almost done baby girl, gimme just a minute," she said as mackenzie started crying.

"she's angry."

"she's hangry," mac said. "how's it feel to be nine, tea?"

"same as eight," teagan said with a shrug.

"how's it feel to be twenty five, momma?"

"same as twenty four," ariana said as she finished tying teagans hair up. "alright you're free. clean that room up until the other kids get here."

"kay kay," teagan said as she ran out of the room.

"alright, gimme the cry baby."

mac handed mackenzie to ariana and kissed her head. "i'm gonna go to the store and get the  cake. i'll be back soon."

"alright. love you."

"love you too."

as mac left the house, ariana pulled her shirt up and unclipped her bra cup before mackenzie  managed to latch on and start eating. "is that better grumpy gills?"

"aunt ari!"

"hi brayden," she said as frankie's three year old son ran into the house. "where's daddy?"

"getting sissy out of the car."

"go upstairs to teagans room. play nicely, brayden james."

"i will."

as brayden ran out of the room, frankie walked into the house with a baby on his hip. "i have never been more offended by a dirty diaper before in my life."