The Swing family!

First day of school!

Amina pov

My phone goes off at 5:45am, today was going to be a very hard day for me. My babies were going to school which was bitter sweet for me, i was happy that the kids were out of my hair so me a devante could go back to having se—I mean doing grown up things.
Being a mother for seventeen years has shown me a brighter side of life, I remember when Naomi and Regan were little they were always by eachother side. Then Bryson was born which had the whole house stressed at first but over time the whole house was able to adjust having a new born boss them around. My babies started to grow into young adults (except Bryson but he's damn well on the verge of 57)

I get up from my bed to only have devante grab my wrist "stayyy inn beddd" Devante drags out as he pokes his head out of the covers, I softly sigh as I pull devantes hands off of my wrist. I know he was trying to put on an act that he wasn't sad his kids were leaving him for school. He was going to miss the nagging from his two daughters, the obscure conversations with Bryson; his babies were leaving home and it felt like they were leaving for war.

"Devante it's okay to be upset that the kids are leaving" I say as I walk in the bathroom.

"I ain't upset they leaving, I can't wait to have MY house to myself without having to hear Bryson toys or Naomi's boy drama. I love my kids but they give me a headache" Devante groggily says as he gets up following Amina to the bathroom. As much as Devante wanted to scream "my kids are leaving me!!" He knew that he had to put on the  "tough guy" act.

Naomi, Reagan, and Bryson were now waking up to go to school and I was going back and forth to each of my children's rooms like a maniac . Devante  was in the living room packing Bryson's backpack putting his lunch box in the bag , as I passed the living room I heard a sniffle , stopping dead in my tracks I peaked to see where the sniffles were coming from. Devante was full on crying trying to stay as quiet as he can, I did a low "awee" watching devante touch the pictures of our kids and walking away. Devante may be a asshole but he's has a good heart and I know with all he's went through he wants our kids to never experience his trauma , he may be hard on them but he's does it in fear of them making decisions that he once made .  As I was driving to drop Bryson off the school I decided to call devante " hey hun what you doing?" "Nothing wait for mama degrate to come home and get ate—" " alright honey " as I interrupted him looking at Bryson slumped in his seat " we have a minor in the car currently " I chuckled hearing devante laughed " Bryson do not care, he barley pays attention to us. I feel in his past life he was a old man that hated everyone "  I smiled thinking how wise Bryson is at his young age  he acts so much like Donald it's kind of scary . I pulled into the school and dropped him off. I love seeing the kids grow but it also hurts knowing they aren't a baby anymore .. maybe I'll have another baby....just a thought...or already pre planned decision