'𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.'
|18+| ❝Look at you so open and sexy bent over in nothing but your heels.❞ He compliments, caressing my ass.
❝...oh god...❞ I plead with my eyes...
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"Fuck!" I exclaim turning around swiftly, shocked by my own sudden outburst.
Ethan raised a brow at me before shaking his head to continue what he was doing.
The silence is too loud.
"Sorry..." I turn back to look at what was meant to be scrambled eggs but was already black and burnt. "Sorry for cussing."
"It's fine," he replies me, eyes still focused on his book before adjusting his frames well. "That happens once in a while."
I nod even though his attention wasn't on me, mind swirling and twirling with flowing ideas.
Toast? No no no, we had that last night.
Bread and jelly? Lucy thinks jelly is messed up.
Chicken salad? Bad idea.
Mac and cheese? ...
"Guys what do you think about the all school lunch?" I say rather loudly.
It was currently way past 6am and when I sneaked out of the bed to prepare them for school, my little cute brats followed suit talking about how they forgot to do something the night before.
"Wouldn't that take a lot of time?" Lucy considers, popping her head up from the couch to look at me.
"It would...but I don't care. What do you think about that?" I ask again, firmer this time. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the mother in this relationship or my kids are.
"That'd be fine, but what about apple cheese wraps?" Ethan suggests, finally looking from his book and I peer in it only to see him making calculations.
I've never seen someone who whiles away time by solving maths equations and calculations but then I met Ethan.
"That's not a bad idea," I tap my chin, considering the idea. "Any ideas Lucy?"
She lifts her head from the couch, flipping her black hair behind her back. "What about banana muffin with boiled egg?"
"Sounds good, but we're running out of banana..."
They both look at each other, signalling and using the twins connection to communicate without any words being said.
"We'd stick with the all school lunch mom," Ethan finally announces. "I'd go with orange."
"Mom you already know my color."
"Alright!" I get to work packing their all color lunchbox, humming a song in my peace and going through my plans of today in my mind.
Putting cubed cheddar cheese, sautéed shrimp, carrots, a slice of microwaved pizza, peach yogurt, and dried apricots in Ethan's box, I open the fridge to bring out papaya only to find the bowl of papaya empty.
