(08:31 am)
(About a week later)
(y/n)'s P. O. V.
My phone rings loudly, waking me up immediately. I inhale sharply, sitting up properly, the take my phone. Phoenix is calling. I answer immediately.
"H--" I clear my throat "Hello?"
"Mom? We're outside..." I giggle, getting out of bed. I throw on a gown, tying the belt, I slip on my slippers and stumble downstairs "Mom, you coming?"
"Yeah, I'm on my way." I unlock the front door and open it. Immediately Phoenix tackles me to the ground, making me scream. While sitting, Phoenix sits on my lap, grinning ear to ear.
"Mommy's got a boyfrieeeeend!" she shouts. I slowly blink at her, slightly confused.
"Mommy's a savage." I state, pushing Phoenix off of me. I stand up, making sure my gown didn't show any of my cuts. I clear my throat, seeing Rick by his mailbox, giggling at me. Griffin holds Venus's hand as they walk in. Venus giggles, letting go of Griffin's hand, then runs up to me, swinging her arms around my legs.
"Mommy!" I ruffle her hair and lift her off her feet, placing her on my hip.
"Hey, mom." Griffin smiles, then shows me a tattoo he got on his arm "Look, mom, I-I got a temporary tattoo." my eye twitches. I hand Venus over to Phoenix, grab Griffin's ear and drag him to Peter's car, since he's still there. "Ow, ow, ow, ow!"
"Hey, (y/n). What goes on?" Peter lays his arm on his car, a convertible, door, since his window is rolled down.
"Mom, please let go." I do as he says, glaring down at Peter.
"You let him get a tattoo?!" I shriek. He chuckles at me.
"Yeah, so?" I grip onto Peter's shirt collar, lifting him off of his seat. I pull him to my face with a growl, making him whimper.
"They're my kids. I can so easily go to court and get full custody over them. You will not, ever again, allow him to get another tattoo until he's old enough, do I make myself clear?" Peter nods his head fast and immediately "Good." I drop him and spin around to face Griffin.
"And you, oh, you..." I say in a deep voice, making Griffin back away "Go to your room. I'll be there in a few minutes and if you dare try to hide and/or run away, I'll shove you back up my vigina and push you out of me again." Griffin runs inside. I giggle and go to my mailbox, where Rick is, as Peter drives away.
"Sorry about that. So, how're you?" Rick hands me my letters with a small smile slapped on his face.
"I could comp(burp)lain." I giggle, looking through my letters. Just the usual.
"Could?" Rick lifts my head up with his two fingers, leaning down a little.
"I-I could... But I can't." he whispers. I peck his lips before he stands up straight.
"I'll see you later, I guess." Rick points finger guns at me as we both make our ways to our doors, just showing hand gestures and giggling. I open my front door and step inside after Rick and I share a series of 'See you later's and 'Goodbye's.
"Griffin?!" I scream on the top of my lungs while running upstairs to his room. I enter and see him cowering on the floor. I walk over to him and ruffle his hair, making him glitch and confused "Good job, Griff."
He stares at me, his jaw hanging and his eyes wide.
"What?" I chuckle.
"Don't worry, kid. I ain't gonna hurt you. I'm actually glad you got that. I mean, I never threatened him in forever." I hum with joy "But from now on, if you want a tattoo, I'll get you one. I know a place."
