Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to @Rose11678 who wanted some Olson family fluff. <3
The sheer chaos in the Olson's new, temporary home was exactly what Rain needed to clear her mind. Knowing that today was the day that Ryan and Chris would confront the two she-wolves and hand down their sentences, she simply couldn't sit at home worrying about her mate. Instead, she was sitting at her best friend's massive kitchen table and watching as Christopher, Ellie and Val all ate Spaghetti Os for lunch.
"Thank fudge we fed the babies earlier," Layla yawned. To her right, baby Molly was sound asleep and rocking slowly in a little electronic swing. "I don't think I could handle feeding five kids at once on a Saturday. It's much too much for my brain to handle."
As Rain leaned over to check on Annabelle, who was sleeping in her Rockaroo, Rick entered the room and grinned. "Ladies and pups, I am headed to my office."
Layla wagged a finger in his face. "Nope, no way. You promised me that, barring medical emergencies, the weekends were for family. Also, last night you promised your daughter that you were going to show her how to draw a duck-billed platypus."
Her mouth full of pasta, Ellie nodded wildly. "Yeah, daddy. You said you would teached me about the duck-filled fattypuss."
Rain tried to hide her laughter behind a strategically placed hand as Rick blushed profusely. "Princess Elinore, it's a duck-billed platypus. It's one of only five mammalian species that lay eggs."
Layla snorted and rolled her eyes. "Babe, she doesn't understand that. She's five. We all know that you're intellectually superior, but can you try to dumb yourself down a little for the kids? They want to understand you, but you're speaking Japanese to them."
"Fuck-filled fatpussies is one of only five mammaries that fart eggs," Ellie smiled proudly.
Val sat up straighter and nodded with his spoon still in his mouth. "They from Austria."
"Australia," his father beamed with pride, ignoring the good advice of his mate. "Valjean, you are so smart! Do you remember what else I taught you? Tell Miss Rain."
"Never leave the toilet seat up or mommy will kill you." He spit out his spoon and dribbled pasta sauce all over his white polo shirt. "Also, when it's that time of the day, avoid mommy like she the devil."
Rick patted his pup on the head and sighed. "No, Valjean, what else did I teach you?"
His son scratched his blonde mop of hair. "Which thing?"
"Daddy told me never to fart in public," Ellie announced proudly, "and never ever to poop in the pool."
Still trying not to die laughing, Rain somehow managed to staunch a giggle. "Your daddy sure teaches you all the important stuff, huh?"
"He smawt," Val patted his father on the back. "He teached us about fuck-faced fattypusses and other mammaries, and my favorite—dinowhores. My favoritest is da Stephagowhorus."
Layla eyed her mate as he tossed himself down into a chair and sighed with defeat. "Look, I had nothing but the very best intentions when I taught them all this stuff, babe. They're still young, they'll figure it out."
"Oh!" Ellie held her spoon up and managed to fling an o-shaped piece of pasta onto her father's head. "He also made us promise to always take candy from strangers."
"And if they haves a van," her brother continued with a sweet smile, "only goes inside if they haves a kwitten."
Horrified, Rick jumped out of his seat and began waving his hands frantically. "NO! NO! NO! No taking candy from strangers and NEVER get in a stranger's van."
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