Stray Parents{Stray Kids Parent Au}

Third

Chan's P.O.V

"Yeo-so, will please grab me Eunnie's socks?" I asked my 5 year old son, knowing that he would be more than willing to help me. He nodded eagerly and ran to his little sister's room, making me smile proudly after him. Eun-Hae let out another cry and tried to wiggle out of my grip, not having the patience to wait for socks.

A small laugh escaped my lips at how silly she looked with her half on shirt, sockless feet and messy hair. She wasn't feeling good this morning, because our neighbors were being loud until 3 a.m, so she did not get enough sleep. She was extremely grumpy about it, and I couldn't say that I didn't feel the same.

Yeo-So, on the other hand, was perfectly fine this morning, since that kid could sleep through anything as long as he had his favorite stuffed animal. My son ran back out and handed me a pair of his sister's tiny socks and then sat down next to me on the couch, kicking his feet happily. I slipped the socks onto an extremely fussy little girl's feet and she screamed.

I winced at the noise, my head hurting from a lack of sleep. After I finally managed to get her all the way into her little sweatshirt, I pulled her into my chest. "Yeo-So, can you go get some bowls for you and Eun-Hae?" I asked my son and he once again nodded, starting to run toward the kitchen.

I smiled at my son and stood up, rocking slightly, trying to comfort and calm down my daughter. She seemed to relax, and I let out a huge sigh when I heard her little snores, telling me she had finally fallen asleep. I walked over to Yeo-So, still rocking Eunnie, and ruffled his hair. He smiled up at me and sent me a flying kiss.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you!" I told him, really meaning it. He giggled and and waved his hand in the air dismissively. I laughed at how adorable he was, trying to stay quiet for my daughter. After I decided to be lazy that morning, I grabbed some cereal from the cabinet and milk from the fridge. I poured Yeo-So a bowl and then made another for myself.

I shoveled the cereal into my mouth, doing my best to eat with my left hand, as my right was holding up my sleeping kid. I know I could've switched her to the other arm, but I didn't want to do anything that could have woken her up. Normally, she was the sweetest little girl, except for when she didn't get enough sleep, or if you tried to dress her in pink.

"Come on, Yeo-so, grab your backpack so we can head over to your new daycare." I told him, clearing his empty bowl along with mine. He pouted and I looked at him quizzically. "What is it SoSo?" I asked him, using the nickname he's had since he was born.

"Why do we have to change daycares again?" He asked, his eyes full of curiosity and also sadness. I leaned down and kissed the top of his curly hair covering head, feeling bad for him.

"Well," I began, trying to come up with a good reason why. The real reason was that the last two places found out that I was gay and now they wouldn't watch my kids. "Because I want you to go to a daycare with less kids." I told him and he nodded, trying to hide his disappointment. What I told him was partly true, since the last daycare I sent them to had over 30 kids, and it was extremely chaotic.

"Ok, come on bud, let's get you and your sister to your new daycare." I told him and he nodded, running to his room to get dressed. I watched him go into his room, and then he started to sing about what he was going to wear today. A laugh left my mouth at how adorable my son was and I hoped he would never grow out of how sweet he was.

Eun-Hae started to squirm in my arms so I started to rock her again, shushing her and hoping she would go right back to sleep. She didn't, and she started to cry as soon as her big brown eyes flew open. I murmured in her ear and placed kisses all on her face, trying to calm her down.

Her tiny hand reached out and shoved my head away, a big frown on her chubby face. "No kissies, Dada!" She said, crossing her arms and glaring at me. I laughed at her grumpiness and that only increased her bad mood. "No laugh!" She exclaimed, her tiny fist connecting with my chest.

"I'm sorry, precious!" I told her, smoothing her still messy hair back. I didn't think them going to the daycare was going to last long. If I based it on how messy looking and upset my daughter was, I might not even be able to drop them off. "Let's get you some food. How about apple sauce?" I asked her and she nodded, finally looking somewhat happy that morning.

"Eunnie?" My son said happily, skipping into the kitchen. "You're awake!" He cheered, walking over to us and kissing her cheek. She groaned and pushed him away with the hand that wasn't holding her squeezable apple sauce. Her mean behavior didn't seem to faze him, while he skipped over to get his backpack packed up.