Life with Brockhampton

Chapter Thirteen

it's been a few days and i'm finally allowed to go home. Matt and Ciarán have been really helpful with the babies so far, i hope it stays that way.

Matt helps me out of bed and we load up the car, immediately i remember, "guys, we don't have car seats!" i say frantically. "shhh, greta i went out and got some." ciarán reassures me. i sigh and hug him. Ciarán shoots Matt a glare.

"sooo, greta, i want to apologize for how i treated you a few days ago.." Matt says. "yeah, it's ok" i said back.
"there's this song that i really think reminds me of you, wanna hear it?" he says excited. "sure."

he plugs in the aux and starts playing
pussy is god by king princess

"your pussy is god and i love it.."

i blush and kiss Matt on the cheek. maybe things will be okay after all ☺️

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i sigh and look down at bruce, sleeping in my arms. how could i be so lucky?

"matt? where did you set up the cribs? my arms are getting tired."

he looks back blankly, "oh shoot! greta, i'm sorry i forgot to order them."

"you forgot?" i ask in horror.

"what else did you forget, dumbass?" ciarán jumps in.

"uh, everything."

"great, so we don't even have diapers." ciarán looks at greta annoyed.

"matt, where the frick have you been for the past nine months."

"well bertha said that the bir—"

"BERTHA?" greta roared. she passed her son to ciarán, hopping out of her chair.

"so? you've been talking to bertha?"

"i wanted advice! this is my first kid, i needed to learn something." matt defends himself.

"what about the books i bought you? how to be a good dad for dummies? 😤"

"you bought that for yourself, greta."

she wipes tears from her eyes and walks over to where her babies were sleeping.

"ciarán, get the keys. we're going to change bertha II's name."