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Living the Dream~Commander Wolffe x Reader Modern AU

Word count: 2,044
Warnings: pure unhinged fluff, Wolffe and his adorable kids, mentions the act of creating children, grocery shopping, even more fluff, it's just really cute
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Wolffe had never once thought about how he might look to other people, he didn't really care. At least not anymore. They usually smiled at him, some said hello, some still avoided him. He was convinced it was because of the scar and the prosthetic eye, it scared people. Though when they saw his entourage they thought differently. Wolffe may be intimidating, but it was the exact opposite when he was being swarmed with half a dozen children.

It might be a little troublesome wrestling so many children to the store but you weren’t feeling up to it and you needed a break from the kids. So your loving husband had volunteered to get the groceries and take the kids with him.

Wolffe loved every single one of his children. There were eight, four girls and four boys. They were perfect, all exceptionally well behaved, thanks to Wolffe’s military background. He kept them in line and taught them respect and manners. He was firm but kind, a perfect husband and father. You loved watching him with the kids.

Wolffe pushed the cart ahead of him with one hand, his youngest strapped into the seat in the front, his 3 year old balanced on his hip. The twins were sat in the cart itself sharing the iPad as they played a word learning game. Wolffe had sent his oldest two to a different part of the store to get a few other things. The last two, 7 and 9 years old, walking alongside him, getting distracted every few minutes.

"Ooh, daddy look at this!" His 9 year old, Kess, says as she points to a brightly colored box of cereal. "I see it, sweetie. Now c'mon, we need to find food for dinner," he replied.

He turned down an isle trying to find pasta sauce when he heard something being dropped into the cart. He turned to find that his 7 year old had thrown a package of cookies into the cart. "Zeke, we don't need those, bud," he admonished softly. "But I want them," the little boy said stubbornly. "I know, but we don't need them today, so can you please go put them back?" The young boy stomped his foot, "No, I want them so we're getting them." Wolffe kneeled down so he was eye level with his child, "Zeke Jason Koon, go put those back this instant or you're not getting your toys for the rest of the day. You will not talk back to your father and you will not disobey me," he said firmly.

Zeke lowered his head to the ground and took the cookies to put them back on the shelf. “Thank you,” Wolffe finished. He managed to find the right kind of pasta sauce and added it to the cart. His eldest two boys came thundering down the isle carrying things in their hands. “Hey hey, slow down, no running,” Wolffe corrected. “Sorry,” Tam said, “We couldn’t find the milk.”

“That’s alright, we should have enough at home,” Wolffe assured, “Can you two take Briea to pick out candles and decorations for her birthday please.” The two boys nodded and Wolffe set the youngster in his arms down on her feet. “Both of you stay with her and don’t let her out of your sight, ok?” Cardell nodded and took his little sister’s hand, Tam taking her other hand as they went on their way.

Kess helped her father, grabbing the noodles from the bottom shelf. The twins, who had since gotten bored of the iPad, were looking around and smiling at people that looked their way. The more rebellious of the twins, Lieda, decided to stand up in the moving cart and hang onto the edge. “Lieda, sit down!” Her twin brother scolded, pulling her shirt to try and get her to sit back down. “Liore, don’t pull on her shirt, please. Lieda, sit down, hun. I don’t want you to get hurt,” Wolffe said without taking his eyes off the list you had written up for him. Wolffe found three more items on the list when Zeke started pulling gently on his pants leg.

“What do you need, bud?” Zeke reached his arms up to his father, “Please.” Wolffe picked up his little boy with a smile, “You want the high ground?” Zeke nodded and giggled, Wolffe lifted him up higher and placed Zeke on his shoulders, the little boy squealing with laughter. “Hang on tight up there,” Wolffe cautioned with a smile, he felt his son’s hands anchor themselves onto his head and he held onto the boy’s leg with one hand.