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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Your Little Monsters

Summary: After an exhausting day, all Reader wants is some intimate, alone time with her husband. But her children have other plans. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, BiBi Barber, KitCat Barber, RoRo Barber, A.J. Barber

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Bubble Baths, Exasperated/Horny Reader, Exasperated/Horny Andy, Adorably Scarred Barber Kids, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of the Growing Pains Series. Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Semi-proofriend. All mistakes are my own.

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Your whole Friday had been chaotic from the start, and you were over it.

It begins with Andy sleeping through his alarm, which meant (by default) so had you. After helping him get ready, you’re off to go wake up the kids. The only one who willingly complies is your sweet little RoRo. She immediately gets out of bed when you ask, right before sleepily walking into a wall.

And then she apologizes to the damned thing before turning around and going to the bathroom.

You have to physically pull KitCat out of from under the covers and threaten to take away her Kindle privileges to get her to act right.

“I’m gonna write about dis’.” She threatens. “You no look good.”

“Do your worst, kiddo.” You tell her, unfazed by your potentially unflattering portrayal in your six-year-old’s journal. “Now go brush your teeth.”

And A.J. had an accident, his first in months. He’d leaked right through his pull-up. You call Andy to take care of him as you strip his sheets from the bed and throw them in the corner. Your District Attorney was already late. What would an extra twenty minutes hurt? You tell Andy to just give him a quick sponge-off in your bathroom and then you move on to your oldest daughter’s room.

You find BiBi sitting up in her bed.

“I would like to make it known that I do not wish to attend school today.” She tells you.

“Aww.” You respond, almost out of patience. “Well, do it anyway.”

She huffs out a breath. “If I do, it will be under duress.” You suddenly regret buying her that “Word of the Day” calendar.

“I’ve got a couple good words for you, sweetheart. It’s called truancy laws. Now get dressed and get in the bathroom. We’re running late.”

She crosses her arms and glares at you. “I’m serious. If you’re not dressed in five minutes, I’m sending Daddy in here to pick out your clothes and you know he’s horrible at matching outfits.”

BiBi huffs again before propelling herself out of bed.

“Thank you.”

When it was all said and done, of course you’d missed the bus. Once again, with the help of Andy, you get your kids loaded into your car before handing each of them a strawberry poptart.

And you make it to their school five minutes before the first bell is supposed to ring. Only to realize that you’d left all of their packed lunches in the fridge.

Damn it!

___

After bringing the kids their lunches, you spend the rest of the day doing laundry and running errands.

You knew via quick text from Andy that he’d had a rough day in court. They were just in preliminary proceedings as far as you knew, but he had been a little off his game today.

Preaching to the choir, Big Man.

But still, you felt bad for your husband. He prided himself on his ability to do his job, so he took setbacks personally.

You’ll make him feel better tonight. You vow.

You look down at your phone, realizing you only had an hour before you had to pick the kids up from school.

Time to focus on dinner. Tonight’s meal was barbecue pulled pork sandwiches, coleslaw, and french fries.

With a sigh, you jog into the kitchen to check on your crockpot pork roast. Grabbing a fork, you test its tenderness. You bring a piece of the shredded meat to your mouth and let out a groan. Between the onion and garlic, along with the dash of cinnamon and liquid smoke, the flavor was wonderful.

Reaching for another fork, you begin to shred the roast, which falls apart with ease. Once that part is done, you reach for your homemade barbeque sauce. This particular recipe belonged to your late grandmother, so you made sure to hold it close to the vest. Just like you did with your great grandmother’s macaroni and cheese recipe.

Not that you were making that tonight.

You check your phone.

Forty minutes until pick-up.

It only takes you a few minutes to whip up a quick slaw to go with the sandwiches. You’d cheated this time and bought pre-packaged shredded cabbage instead of slicing your own, which sped things along. But you still made your own dressing.

Once it’s finished, you put it in the fridge to chill. And then you turn off your crockpot. After that, you reach into the cupboard to grab the extra cheesy Goldfish Crackers. You and your kiddos loved these suckers. They were addicting! You also loved that the first ingredient in every bag of crackers was *smiles*. Anyway, you quickly pour some into four different snack bags.

17 minutes until pick-up.

Snagging your keys, you jump in the car and make the trip to your kids’ school for the third time that day. You earn your spot in the pick-up line with seven minutes to spare.

Your kids come rushing out, excited to see you. After hugs and snapping little people into car seats, you take off for home. Before you pull away, you hand out the snacks so that you can hopefully enjoy a little silence.

It works for a while, which is great because you eventually end up stuck in traffic. Fucking construction.

And that’s when the arguing starts.

Someone’s bag had more crackers than everyone else (Bianca). Somebody was touching someone who didn’t want to be touched (A.J.). Someone was being a meanie and kept sticking their tongue out at everyone (Katrina). And now someone was crying (Rory).

You try to break it up and calm things down. You do! But then you feel a headache forming behind your left eye. And when it gets to a point when you feel like losing your cool and screaming at your children, you decide to be quiet.

You remember how much your parents used to scream and hit to get you and your siblings to behave, and that never solved a damned thing. So, you grit your teeth and work on getting your temper in check.

Thank you goodness you were almost back at the house.

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Things calm down once you get home and your babies can retreat to their own spaces and activities. RoRo goes for her coloring book. KitCat grabs A.J. and begins to read him a book about Spot the Dog. And BiBi curls up on the couch for a little nap.

Fine. With. You.

You’re frying the french fries when Andy walks through the door. You know he’s home because all of your kiddos begin to shriek with excitement.

Good. You think. Exhaust yourselves with Daddy. Mama needs her space.

Feeling like a bad mom, you grab a bottle of Advil and pop three pills before chasing them with a glass of ice water. Keeping an eye on the first batch of fries as they cook in the oil, you turn the crockpot on “warm”.

Your mind stays focused on dinner until you feel two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist, followed by the whisper of a kiss before a face buries itself in the curve of your neck.

“Hi, my love. I missed you today.” Andy murmurs against your heated skin as he inhales your scent.

“I missed you too.” You tell him, allowing yourself to relax against his muscular frame. “Baby, is it bad that I want to feed our little monsters and put them to bed like now? I love them dearly, I do. And I swear I’d kill for them, but I’m ready for the day to be done.”

“Nope. Not at all. I love ‘em too, but I want my wife tonight. So, I say we feed ‘em, bathe ‘em, and put ‘em to bed as soon as we can. It doesn’t make us bad parents. It makes us human and -”

“Shit, the fries! Hold that thought, honey.” Grabbing your strainer, you begin to dump them onto a paper towel covered plate before lightly salting them. Once you’re done and you’ve scraped out the brown bits from the pot, you add more fries to the oil and start the process again. The first batch was for the kids. The second would be for you and Andy.

“What’s for dinner, Y/N?” Your husband asks.

“Barbecue pulled pork sandwiches.” You say as you grab the buns. “With homemade sauce and slaw, along with french fries.”

Andy groans in excitement.

“Yes! I fucking love your pulled pork!” Your man does a little jig before picking you up and setting you on the counter. “You and all your delicious fucking food are the reasons I workout all the time.” He growls as he places soft, warm kisses along your jawline. “Always trying to fatten me up. Always taking such good care of me and the kids.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you nibble on his lower lip before sucking it into your mouth. Andy growls, prompting you to release him with a slight pop.

You flash him an impish grin.

“I figure if I fatten you up, then you’ll have a hard time running away from me.” You tell him with a giggle. “To be continued, Andy Bear. I gotta get the fries again.”

He reluctantly lets you hop down so you can repeat your earlier process. And then you pull the slaw out of the fridge.

“You want me to make yours or do you want to change your clothes first?” You ask as you grab your tongs and begin to mix up the meat.

“I’ll eat that now. And then I’ll eat you later.” Your man doesn’t miss how his words make your thighs clench together in anticipation. “Oh yeah, I’m definitely saving room for dessert, baby girl.” He purrs as he watches you prepare his food. “I love making you blush. It’s so fucking adorable.”

“Well, stop it so I can concentrate, you menace. Slaw on the sandwich or on the side?”

“Never. And on the sandwich, please.”

You pile his sandwich high with the pork and then top it with the slaw. And then you load his plate with fries before handing it to him, along with a bottle of ketchup. He immediately takes a bite and lets out a satisfied moan.

“Taste alright?” You ask him.

“Fucking better than alright. Goddamned delicious.”

“Glad you like it. And watch your language, buddy. The kids are nearby. Now, you’re gonna have to get your own drink, sweetheart. I’ve got to make the kids plates.” You quickly put their meals together and set them on the table alongside Andy.

“Babies! Time for dinner!”

Grabbing two sippy cups as well as two plastic cups, you pour everyone some freshly squeezed lemonade and place them around the table as well, just in time for your kids to run into the room and take their seats.

You’re grateful when Andy pauses his meal to put ketchup on everyone’s plates as you make your own sandwich. Once you’re done, you join them at the table.

“Pass the ketchup please!”

___

Two hours later…

Teamwork makes the dream work.

Between you and Andy, you had your kids fed, bathed, and tucked in by 7:45pm. It was a little on the early side for a Friday, but they needed sleep and so did you. Besides, they’d all most likely end up in Bianca’s bed anyway. You guys had been smart to get her a full-sized bed instead of a twin.

Walking into your bedroom, you shut the door behind you and stretch.

All you wanted to do was fuck your husband, snuggle up, and go to sleep.

“Andy?” You call out.

“Bathroom, baby girl.” Padding your way towards the sound of his voice, you smile when you see that he’s run you both a bubble bath. He’s even lit a couple of candles, making the entire room smell like lavender and vanilla.

You watch as he takes off his shirt, leaving his deliciously toned upper body bare to your gaze.

“C’mere, Y/N.” Your man purrs, his normally clear cerulean blue eyes darkening with lust. Doing as he asks, you keep moving until you’re standing in front of him, where he hands you a glass of chilled champagne.

Taking advantage of your closeness, you rub your small hand up and down his chest, allowing your fingers to trace your name where it’s tattooed on his skin.

“I love you.” You whisper to him. “Sometimes I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“And I’d be lost without you, my sweet girl. Every damn day.” He pulls away to dim the lights and crack the door (to manage the steam), which you take as your cue to strip.

You find yourself blushing as he watches you remove your clothes. Biting your lip, you resist the urge to hide your body from him, which is ridiculous since he’s seen it all before. You worked out when you could, and you tried to eat well, but you weren’t a fan of the stretch marks that adorned your hips and thighs. They weren’t bad, necessarily, but they did make you feel self-conscious.

Your husband did not care. Not one bit. The last time you’d brought it up, he’d called them the marks of a warrior, and your wonderfully ridiculous man had meant it.

“These marks are a reminder of your fight to bring our four babies into the world, so please don’t hide them from me, baby girl.” He’d murmured as you’d cuddled together in bed one night. “Don’t ever think you have to hide your body from me.” His fingers had begun tracing several of the marks on your outer thigh. “It hurts when you don’t trust me with all of you.”

“I swear you grow more gorgeous with each passing day,” he tells you as his gaze leisurely peruses your hips and ass, his skilled fingers itching to touch.

“I don’t know about all that.” You murmur, feeling shy.

“Well, I do.” Andy grunts as he removes his pants. “And it’s the truth.”

He goes to reach into one of the bathroom drawers of your his and hers sink, specifically one of your drawers. You watch as your husband takes out some of the jojoba oil you like to use on your hair and scalp. Pouring some into his hands, he proceeds to apply it to your wild curls before piling them on top of your head and securing your mane with a hair tie.

Wiping himself off, he goes to refresh the bath. Andy rewarms the water and adds more bubbles. And then, with a slight shrug, he lights one more candle. Once he’s satisfied with the temperature, he holds out his hand.

“Let’s get in, baby.”

Smiling, you bounce over to him and let him help you into the spacious tub. And then he joins you, pulling your small body against his own.

“Oh, god this feels good.” You moan as the hot water soothes your tight muscles.

“I’m glad. I’d hate to sit here feeling like I was being boiled alive for nothing.”

“It’s not that hot.” You giggle before turning to face him, your breasts pressing against his firm chest. “Andy Bear?”

“Yes, little love?”

“I want kisses.”

Without a word he captures your lips with his own. It’s a slow, sensual kiss. Your tongues mingling and exploring each other’s mouths as if you had all the time in the world. Eventually, your man pulls away to nip at your lips, your chin, your jaw…anywhere he can reach.

You let out a little whine, prompting him to return his mouth to yours. He smiles into the kiss, loving the fact that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. Andy’s hands go to tenderly grip your ass under the water, gently rubbing and kneading your flesh.

Moaning, you two deepen the kiss.

And then you hear a scream.

Jerking apart, you notice that all four of your children have joined you in your bathroom.

Bianca picks up a distraught Rory while desperately squeezing her eyes shut and muttering something about everything burning. “Gross!” Katrina shouts before throwing an arm over her face while using her free hand to pull A.J. backwards. He doesn’t mind. Your little boy is too busy wondering why Mama and Dada are “takin’ a baf’ togever”.

“Oh my god!” You yell, as you cover yourself by curling into Andy’s body and sinking deeper into the bubbles. “How come none of my four incredibly smart children know how to freaking knock?!” You bellow. “Go to bed and stay there!”

You watch as a little hand reaches out to grab your bathroom door and shut it. And then you hear a knock.

Andy laughs softly as you roll your eyes.

Sometimes your babies were so freaking literal.

“What?” You snap.

“We have a question!” KitCat yells through the door.

“Ask it tomorrow!” Your husband calls out.

“But, but is impotan’ Dada!” RoRo says.

“Are any of you sick?” He growls.

“No.” They all call out at the same time.

“Are any of you on fire?”

“No.”

“Do you have any broken bones?”

“No.”

“Then you’re all fine.” Andy grunts, trying to hold back even more laughter. “Go back to bed.”

When you don’t hear anything, you assume your monsters have finally accepted defeat. You let out a sigh before grabbing your loofah. Without saying it, you both know that the mood is ruined.

“We should’ve locked the door.” You tell him as you both wash up.

“Yep. Oh well. I was planning on having my way with you in bed anyway. Our little bubble bath was just a warm-up.”

“And what a lovely warm-up it was.” You lean over to peck his lips before rinsing off your body. Andy steps out first. He dries off and wraps the towel around his waist, before holding one open for you. You step into it and snuggle against him once more.

“Make love to me, Andy.” You whisper as you look into his eyes.

“Your wish is my command, Y/N.”

You open your bedroom door, only to see that your bed is occupied by four little bodies, who are all fast asleep in your bed.

“Are you serious?” You grumble. “Whaa - why?”

“Well,” Andy mumbles, “we did tell them to go to bed. We just never said where.”

With twin sighs, you both wander over to your respective dressers to grab some pajamas. You pull on some sleep shorts before Andy tosses you one of his shirts to wear. Once you’re dressed, you walk into your closet and pull out a pile of blankets. You proceed to make a pallet on the floor. And then you go back to grab pillows.

“Baby girl.” Andy whispers as you prep your makeshift bed. You look at him and then find yourself having to hold back a squeal as he lifts you in his arms. Your man quietly carries you out of the room, down the stairs, and into his office where he locks the door.

Yes! While you might've wanted soft and sweet not too long ago, you'd settle for hard and rough. All you knew was that you needed your man, and you needed him now.

Taking off his shirt and kicking off your shorts, you bend over the edge of his desk. Feeling horny and frustrated, you arch your hips and push your ass up in the air, before turning to look at him over your shoulder.

“Come take your cunt, Daddy. Need you to split me in two with that big cock. Want you to wear me the fuck out so I feel you for days.” You growl.

That’s all the invitation that your husband needs to fuck the shit out of your wet ass pussy.

___

Twenty minutes later, feeling sated and satisfied, the two of you make your way up the stairs. You climb onto your little bed on the floor and snuggle with your husband, enjoying the sweet ache between your thighs.

“Good night, my sweet girl.”

“Good night, my Big Man. Sweet dreams.”

___

You wake up the next morning, still on the floor, but this time you’re surrounded by children. RoRo is asleep on Andy’s chest, while BiBi is tucked in the crook of his right arm.

A.J. is snuggled between the both of you, while KitCat’s little body is half sprawled atop your own. You shake your head and smile, This was your life now, and if you were being honest, it was pretty great.

KitCat stirs for a moment. Opening her eyes, she whispers “Mama, we still have a question. Can I ask it now?”

“Yes, sweet baby.” You press a kiss to her curls. “What is it?”

“Well, we jus’ wanted tah know if we could sleep wif’ you. Das’ why we fell asleep in dah big bed. But you when you no get in, we come down here.”

Ahh. It all made sense now.

“Yes, you can sleep with us, my love. In fact, how about we get a little more sleep before we decide what to make for breakfast, alright?”

She nods and snuggles deeper into your side, as does A.J. With a sigh, you drift off, feeling thankful for your little monsters.

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bilbysaurus · 2 months

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How much you know? And could you do Nico with older biological sibling reader where after what happened to Bianca Nico has them in his sights at all times and the one time he's convinced to let them out of said sight something happened that land's them either a coma or dead up to you what happens next

Reader has a video camera they'd take Video's of all three of them and stuff on and when sad all three of them would watch said Videos

➵ Another Broken Promise

tw: murder,blood,etc

(set before TSATS, but after TOA)

song recs: Again - Shiloh Dynasty/Timmies

"I'll be fine!" You tell Nico as you put on your heels "I promise I won't be back late.

"Do you have pepper spray?" He asks worriedly.

Ever since Bianca died, Nico has been more protective than you have of him. For such a young boy, he's been through so much - whether it be falling through Tartarus alone, Losing Bianca, then Losing Jason. He was still a child. A child who had grown up too fast.

You laugh. "Yes tesoro. And the drink cover, and the emergency knife." He sighs and hugs you with a small smile. "Promise me you''l be careful. Please."

You kiss his forehead. "I promise. I promise I'll be careful." You say as you step out the door "I love you Nico."

"Love you too." He whispers and closes the door. 6 hours after:

To say Nico was not worried was a lie and an understatement. He was worried out of his mind.

He tried calling you.

You didn't pick up.

He tried calling your friends.

They didn't pick up.

He defeatedly sat down on his bed. On the very edge of crying. What if something horrible had happened? He was about to go and look for you, when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Nico asked

"Is this Mr Di Angelo?"

"..Yes."

"..I am terribly sorry Mr Di Angelo, but your sister y/n has unfortunately passed. We did all we could to save h-"

He slammed the phone onto the bedside table, a single tear falling down his face. In his mind, repeating the words you said, the promise you made.

"I promise I'll be careful." "I promise I'll be careful." "I promise I'll be careful."

"I promise I'll be careful."

He threw his phone onto the floor and started to cry.

Later on, Nico went to the police station to actually find out what happened, because not knowing was eating him alive.

"A gunman came, looking for someone, but couldn't find who he was looking for, so he killed everyone in sight. No one survived. I'm sorry."

Time skip to after the funeral:

Nico lay on your former bed,still in his crinkled suit, when he felt something uncomfortable under the pillow. He lifted it up.

Your old camera.

He stared at it. It'd been so long, he thought you threw it away. It took him a few minutes to find out how it worked. But Nico eventually did. He saw something that surprised him.

A video album.

Not just that, but that video was taken a while ago. It was You,Nico and Bianca, when you were children - blowing bubbles and chasing them down the streets, another was Bianca and Nico playing hopscotch, another was you climbing a tree and helping Nico who was too scared, while Bianca yelled in encouragement. The memories brought tears from his eyes as he sighed and turned over onto his side.

First Maria. Then Bianca. Then Jason. Now you.

"You promised." he murmured.

But why was he surprised. Broken promises were the norm. It was just another broken promise.

tehehee.

please please tell me how i did!

love uu :)

∞ euphoria

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melrodrigo · 10 months

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Lovesick - W.A.

Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Wednesday are polar opposites. Do they really attract?

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Request from ages ago, I didn’t proofread this. Please excuse any mistakes. Happy reading! <3

Wednesday had a problem.

When Wednesday had first transferred to Nevermore, and gotten the infamous Enid welcome and introduction, she couldn't have cared less about you.

"That is Bianca Barklay, the closest thing to Nevermore royalty they'll ever be."

Then Enid pointed to a girl sitting next to Bianca, staring at the bubbles in the water fountain with intrigue.

"And that, is YN. She's the school heartthrob. It's just impossible to not love her, you'll see."

"She looks like a mushroom." Wednesday replied dryly, swiftly turning on her heel and heading back to her dorm.

"She's a sweetheart. Everyone likes her. You'll find out what I mean. I'm always right!" Enid shouted out, before quickly catching up and walking side by side with the goth.

Enid had warned that this would happen. God, how was Enid right?

Wednesday's frown only grew deeper as she thought back to the moments you've shared over the past year.

"Hey, you must be Wednesday right? New girl?"

All you got in return was a curt nod.

"Allllright, I get it, you don't wanna talk. Trust me I get it, I was so silent the first week here, some people thought I was mute!"

Silence.

You frown a bit but redirect your focus to the teacher emerging from the door.

"Enid I do not understand why I have to suffer not only with you, but her. I was content just sitting down in the dorm and practicing my cello."

The werewolf had recently gotten three free passes to Jericho, and decided to drag both you and Wednesday out for a cup of coffee.

"I hate to agree with her Enid, but I really have a lot of biology homework to do." You mused from behind, still sore from fencing class you had that day.

"Oh come on! It's good for you two to bond. My two besties, we're gonna be so cool together!" Enid makes an excited sound, "We should come up with a group name!"

When Wednesday quips back that she'd rather die in a long long torturous death (which she'd probably enjoy) instead of have a group name, you can't help but snort in agreement.

You shoot Wednesday a look, small smile playing on your lips.

Ever since that first day at Jericho, Enid had you guys connected by the hip. Unwillingly.

But as the days went on, Wednesday found out you weren't so bad.

She was particularly late to lunch today, catching up with updates on the hyde case.

In fact, she was debating skipping lunch all together. But as she glanced over to the pentagon, a hand shot up along with a shout.

"Wednesday! Over here!" You were waving your hand wildly, gesturing for her to walk over.

Wednesday bit back a sigh as she moved towards you, and to her surprise, there was one empty seat opposite of you, plate full, apple on the side.

"I got some lunch for you. Oh and a plain granola bar, I see you always like eating them." You tell her absentmindedly, munching on a sloppy joe.

Wednesday hesitates, before saying a quiet thank you.

"It's my pleasure Wends. So, how's the hyde case going?"

You both don't mention the fact you used a nickname to address her. She sighs, she supposed it was nice of you to get her lunch, so she tells you about the case.

"It's going well YN, I've just had a breakthrough......"

"Come on Wends, pleaseee? I really really really wanna go to The Weathervane."

You stare at Wednesday with your famous puppy eyes, and see Wednesday's glare soften just the slightest bit.

"I....suppose we can go in a few hours. After I've finished my writing hour, I have hyde business to do there anyway." She says, even though she'd already taken care of the issue already.

"Could you help me study for midterms? I do not understand anything for the life of me." You whine and throw the book back on her bed. Flopping onto the soft fabric dramatically.

"Bring it with you to the Weathervane." Wednesday says sharply, and returns back to her typewriter.

"Sucky Birthday to you Wednesday! Come, follow me." You squeal excitedly, reaching for the goth and pulling her by the wrist.

Physical touch has come sort of, natural to you with Wednesday. You were a naturally touchy person anyway, but when you were around Wednesday everything felt very...heightened.

Hm, I wonder what that is.

Wednesday was constantly complaining about your intense need to be touching her at all times, but she never actually pulled away when you did; and you're well aware she could if she wanted to.

"Where are we going?" She asks, tone somewhat annoyed.

You turn to her and smile; so bright Wednesday swears light shone through your teeth.

"Grave digging!"

Wednesday's eyebrows twitches in amusement, a small but noticeable movement. You've become sort of professional in her mannerisms over the past few months.

"I knew you'd like it. Come on." You say, practically sprinting to your destination. It's not a smart move, and you stumble over your own feet; arms still connected with Wednesday's.

You fall flat on your back into the soft grass, Wednesday on top of you.

She looks so good, the moonlight shining on her face. You steal a glance at her lips.

She's staring at you with wide eyes, arms on both sides of your face. Her braids frame your head a little.

She coughs awkwardly, then gets up and looks the other way.

You follow suit, trying to calm down your racing heart.

"Ooookay. Let's- let's get grave digging now." You say finally, watch as Wednesday walks toward you but avoids your eye.

She's grateful it's dark out, or else you would've seen the red coating her ears. And when you reach for her wrist she pulls back, afraid you'll be able to feel her racing heart.

It's parent's day. The long awaited dreadful day where Wednesday has to talk to her parents.

They'll be able to tell right away, she has no doubt. She's lovesick.

They’d see right through her. They're like magic love wizards in that way.

"You ready Wends?" You muse from behind her, take her hand in yours. You were currently situated in her dorm room, the two of you alone; waiting for your parents to come.

"No." She replies, but not in a sarcastic or dry way. She sounds kind of...scared.

You poke her cheek and watch as she tries and swat your hand away.

"You look a little on edge." You observe, staring at the hairs on the back of her neck.

She's a little afraid if she tells you why she's nervous for this specific meeting she'll let it slip that she might've accidentally caught feelings for you.

Ugh. Feelings.

It's come to the point where she can actually say she has feelings for you. It’s pathetic, and quite frankly sickening.

"I'm fine. Let's just get this over with." She grumbles, and bursts through the door; leaving you standing dumbly in her room.

"Wednesday, darling how have you been?" Her mother drawls, smile on her lips as she speaks.

"I've been good mother. Apart from the gigantic monster that's trying to kill me. Actually, I think I'm having lots of fun." Wednesday says, looking over her moms shoulder to spy on you.

Just a little bit.

You look lively, and happy. It makes her feel weird in her tummy.

"My little storm cloud, what are you looking at?" Her father asks, watching Wednesday with keen eyes. It wouldn't be obvious to anyone else, but Addams were very observatrice people, and he could tell straight away when Wednesday has lost focus.

He follows his daughters gaze to a certain werewolf. He has to blink one more time to make sure he's not seeing things.

“Oh," He smiles, soft. "I see what's going on."

Wednesday turns sharply, face impassive.

"You don't see anything." She says hotly. Too fast for her normal speech.

Her mom smirks, catching on quick.

"Oh sweetie, we think it's cute. Our little storm cloud is in love." They coo, leaning forward to whisper with Wednesday.

The black hair girl scoffs, and folds her arms in front of her chest.

"I am not in love. I do not know what you are talking about." She replies.

"Sure you don't." Pugley adds, peeping in between his parents.

Wednesday suddenly feels hot underneath their gaze. She gets up abruptly, tilts her face up in hopes for some high ground.

"You all annoy me. This is why I don't write to you." She says before turning on her heel and heading over to you.

You stare at her with curious eyes as she walks toward you. Stops in front of you, hands stiff like a soldier.

"Hey? Whatcha doing?" You ask, pat the seat next to you. She ignores the feeling of something fluttering in her stomach when you accidentally touch fingertips.

"I would like to stay here with you. If you do not mind. My parents are being...unreasonable." She says, picking her words carefully.

You chuckle, smile softly.

"Of course you can stay here Wednesday. Come, come meet my family."

Wednesday’s heart almost jumps out her chest. She's really not one to be scared easily, but this was easily one of the most intense moments of her life.

She usually didn't care if anyone didn't like her, but there was an underlying nagging feeling that told her this was important. Your family was an essential part of you, and if she wanted to win you over; she had to win over your family too.

"I can't wait."

#tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x you

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panjakes · 1 year

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I got love!!

Parings:YeonjunxBlack!Femreader

Summary:Frat boy Yeonjun (with a bad rep)just wants you

Monsta x inspired the title😗✌🏼

You sigh as a bag is placed in your line of view. You look up seeing Choi Yeonjun. He gives you a smile and waves making you close the book you were reading

“What is it choi?” You ask

“Yeonjun…Yeon.Jun! We’ve been over this” he says making you shrug

“Anyway…wat are you reading?” He asks

You just push the book over to him. He reads the title before nodding at you

“I like this book. Ya know I’ve read it like a million times” he says

“Oh really?” Yoh ask pretending to be amused

“Yeah like the plot was crazy” he says nodding

“And what exactly made it crazy?” You ask

“Uh when the Uh uncle turned out to be the k-killer” he says

“Mm. That’s funny I haven’t read anything about that. Guess I must have skipped that part” you say with a sarcastic smile

“Y-yeah! You tell me how that goes” he says making you roll your eyes

“What do you want choi” you say now a little more annoyed

“You know what I want Yn. When are you going to let me take you on a date?” He asks

“In a 100 years” you say getting up and collecting your things

“But we’ll be long gone!” He says

“Exactly!” You say walking away from the table but with yeonjun hot on your tale

He quickly jumped in front of you stoping you from walking any further

“What Yeonjun?” Yoh ask now beyond irritated

“Come on Yn! Why won’t you give me a chance?” He asks with curious eyes

“Give you a chance so you can get in my pants and drop me like you do the rest of the chicks you get bored with?” You ask

“W-what? Why would I do that?” He ask

“Oh please Yeonjun, don’t play dumb with me. I might have just transferred here but I know all about your little flings. I won’t be one of them” you say before pushing past him

“Wait Yn!” He shouts out but you kept going with your walk

“Oh shit yeonjun looking over here!” Your friend, Layla says

You turn your head seeing Yeonjun staring dead at you. When you make eye contact he smiles at you. You scoff and roll your eyes

“He is so gorgeous” sunhee says

You could never take anything away from yeonjuns good lucks but what you could take away is all the thirsty Girls he has around him

“He may be gorgeous but what about his friend Beomgyu I mean have you seen that boy?” Bianca says fanning herself

“Let’s just take a gander and say all the frat boys are fine” Layla says making everyone agree

“Who do you think is attractive Yn?” Sunhee says

“I don’t care for them honestly” you say shrugging

“Girl what do you mean-oh shit! Yeonjun is coming over here” she says fluffing out her silk press. You just put your nose back into your book

“Hey ladies how are you?”

“We’re good thanks for asking” sunhee says smiling

“That’s great, Uh hey Yn I wanted to give you this”

You look up seeing a pink envelope of with a rainbow sticker to seal it. You look at him and then the envelope. He smiles and pushes it closer to you. You groan and take before stuffing it into your purse

“Will you read it?” He asks with a hopeful tone

“Yeah Yeonjun, now please get out my face” you say waving him off

He giggled before leaning down and kissing your cheek before running off. You look towards your friends who all had a dropped jaw

“What does that note say?” Bianca says

“Don’t know and don’t care. Probably will throw it away” you say shrugging

“Absolutely not! Give it here I’ll read it!” Bianca says. You sigh and hand over the envelope. She quickly opens it and gasp before reading

“You exist in my world, in a way that no one else does . You are so special to me. You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have. Give me a chance please? Ps…your pretty” Bianca reads causing the other girls to aw and you to gag

“He even taped a rose to it!” Sunhee says

“Yn if you don’t give him a chance I will” Layla says

“We’ll give him one” you say with a sarcastic smile. You stand up grabbing your bag and snatching the note before walking out

“I don’t know why she won’t give that boy a chance. He’s obviously crazy for her” Bianca says

“That’s because she believes Yeonjun is a whore” layla says

“Such a shame” sunhee says shaking her head

You quickly rush into the bathroom sitting down on the toilet with a sigh. You read the note over and over again.

And you couldn’t help the smile that it put on your face.

“Dude it’s obvious she doesn’t like you why are you still trying?” Taehyun asks

“Because I like her! I really do” Yeonjun says

“But she doesn’t like you” Hueningkai says genuinely confused

“Oh she does! She’s just afraid to admit and plus she’s heard all those rumors about me and she believe them” Yeonjun sighs

“Does she know those rumors are like…years old?” Soobin asks

“No, she thinks I’ll dump her after sex” Yeonjun mumbles causing Beomgyu and Taehyun to laugh and slap each other

“What’s funny?” Yeonjun asks

“Aren’t you a virgin?!” Taehyun asks making Hueningkai laugh harder and Yeonjun upset

“No! And why does that matter?” He asks

“I mean it could have helped you case but. Your not a virgin so”

“How the hell would that help the situation?!” Yeonjun asks

“It would help because it’ll prove your not using her for sex”

“Your an idiot” Yeonjun says walking away to get the door that was being knocked on.

He opens the door shocked to see you on the porch

“Y-Yn?what’re you doing here?” He asks

You push a yellow envelope into his chest and turn away walking off the porch

“Don’t be late” you say confusing him

“Wha? He says opening the envelope seeing a letter. He closes the door back with his foot before reading it

“I am willing to give you a chance. Maybe I like you to, but only a little bit so don’t get big headed choi. Meet me at the cafe on 5th street. Ps…I’m not a rose girl I like tulips”

“FUCK YEAH!” Yeonjun shouts jumping up and down after reading the letter

“Yeonjun? What’s wrong? Who was at the door?l soobin asks coming down the stairs

“She said yes! She’s giving me a chance” Yeonjun says waving the letter in the air with the biggest smile

“Well rub butter on me and call me a turkey, she agreed?” Beomgyu says coming down the stairs

“Yes, and never say that again” Yeonjun points making the three of them laugh

You took a gander and gave him a chance.

#ambw fic #black reader #ambw #black girls are beautiful #black reader insert #kpop poc #kpop #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #txt yeonjun #txt x black reader #black fanfiction #blackfemreader #black kpop fans #yeonjun x y/n

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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Cody anon here, I’m excited to hear you’ll write for him!! Could you write something kinda angsty or enemies to lovers-esque? Like the reader being concerned about his peck injury before his match with Seth at Hell in a Cell and it resulting in an argument between the two, or the reader & Cody becoming a mixed tag team and neither one liking each other very much at first?

I’ll read literally anything you write, so if you decide to do something different and don’t like these suggestions it’s no problem! :)

Cody Rhodes x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous Wrestlers Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

I hope you like it.

WC: 1374

Gifs & Photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @goodtimesgreatmemories 2nd gif @womenwwe 3rd @juliahart

Summary: Cody & f/Reader fight over his upcoming match with Seth. Cody wants to wrestle with his injury & f/Reader tries to stop him.

YN'S POV:

"Gahh! Why do you have to be so damn difficult?" I asked the man in front of me, crossing my arms over my chest, trying not to slap him in the face.

"I know my body YN and I know I will be just fine to wrestle," which just made me roll my eyes at the stubborn man.

"You are just going to make it worse. You even got told not to wrestle this weekend by medical professionals, but oh yes tell me you know your body."

I held up my hands in mock defeat as he just sighed at me. "Will you just let it go, for fucks sake YN, I am a grown-ass man who has wrestled through worse."

"And every single time you had to take a long ass time off to recover."

I would know this as I am head of the Physiotherapy for all the wrestlers here at WWE.

"I am doing this and that is final."

I wanted to stomp my foot like a child and throw a tantrum just because I didn't get my way, but I just turned around and left the man standing there with a smug smile on his face.

He doesn't get that he now has a massive target on his chest, literally. He can seriously fuck up his chest and every other muscle and tendon attached to it.

Cody can ruin his whole career just because he didn't take this one time to recover and he knows this, or he should know this.

But he refuses to listen to reason and I will have to watch from the back as Colby attacks him over and over again.

"What has got you muttering?" Bianca asked me with an amused smile on her face. I went to answer her but she just held up her hand and then placed said hand under her chin and a thinking stance.

"I got it, does it have to do with Cody 'the man who you say you hate but secretly love' being a stubborn asshole about tonight's match?"

"Okay, first off, I do hate the man, and secondly, yes."

"He is a Runnels YN, you know how hard-headed they can be."

"I know, I just don't want him to mess this up. He left AEW and came here and I don't want one injury that he has control over, to mess up not only this one shot for the title but could also end his whole career."

Bianca placed her hand on my shoulder in a friendly manner and gave it a quick squeeze, knowing how frustrated I am with him.

"Come on now Bianca. It is time for your appointment anyway. Gotta make sure you're in tip-top shape tonight."

CODY RHODES POV:

The moment she turned and left the room, I wanted to go after her and try and talk some sense into her but I know that isn't gonna happen.

When my medical reports came back and landed on her desk, she sought me out and asked me why I was even thinking about wrestling tonight. Why I couldn't give myself more time to recover, I tried to explain to her why, but she wouldn't listen.

YN knows how important this match is to me and knows that I have to prove to everyone here and the fans out there that I belong here in WWE.

I left AEW because of personal reasons that I have yet to disclose to anyone but I have to make this work here at WWE. I have to win this match against Colby or else people may just believe that I am some just washed-up hack.

I looked in the mirror and noticed that the bruise seemed to be getting worse, and no amount of makeup to help cover it, trust me, we tried.

"You know she is right you know?"

I looked and saw that Kevin was standing there, smiling at me. I just glared at him.

"You of all people should know that we wrestle through all kinds of shit. Why care so much about this one injury?"

"And you usually never give a damn when one of the medical staff gives a shit about you. Why her?"

I opened my mouth to give some lame ass excuse, but nothing came out. "It is time to move on from Brandi and you need to stop fighting with your feelings about this. That is why YN and you fight constantly. You two are more alike than you like to think."

YN didn't even look at me as I passed her to walk out. She would usually wish me luck, but this time she just stared down at her phone and refused to acknowledge me.

Colby and I wrestled with everything we had and in the end, I won. I held up my arms in victory, and I hope I didn't show how much I am in.

I walked backstage and YN was waiting for me, with a concerned but angry look on her face. She indicated to follow her and I did after a few moments of my friends and colleagues congratulating me.

Once we got to her office, she slammed the door shut and I could just feel the anger radiating off of her body.

She looked me over and tutted every single time I made a noise in pain. "Are you going to not speak to me this entire time?"

"Why waste my breath, Cody?"

"Ha, got you to finally say something," I smirked but that quickly left my face as she glared at me. She worked in silence for a bit longer and then told me that I could go.

"Any tips?"

"Just relax for a couple of days. Ice it and no working out. Don't be shocked if the bruise gets bigger and works its way down your arm and side."

I muttered a soft thank you and left her alone, contemplating how I can win back her friendship.

YN'S POV:

"Delivery for YN LN."

I closed my eyes and counted to five and said that was me. I was handed another bouquet. I thanked the Delivery Person and looked around for another vase or even a mug to place these flowers in.

Three days of flowers Delivery and Cody hasn't given up. I know he wants me to talk to him and I will, but damn, let me finish being angry at my own pace.

Three hours later, a giant Teddy bear was delivered and now enough is enough. I sent a text to him demanding he comes to my office.

His head was barely through the door and I was telling him to sit down. "I see you got my gifts."

"Yes and I forgive you, now will you stop the deliveries, please? I like flowers but not this much."

"Only if you go out to dinner with me."

"Fine." Knowing deep down it was a dinner between two friends.

"I don't think you are understanding what I am asking. I want to take you out on a date. No talk of work or wrestling. Just us, on a date."

"I am not just some backup because you are lonely Runnels."

"For the love of God YN, it isn't like that. I like you, fuck. I have moved on from Brandi and my thoughts are filled with you and you alone."

"You better mean it, Cody. I am no one's second choice," he reached across the desk and took my hand in his. He ran his thumb over my knuckles.

"I mean it. I have just been too damn stubborn to realise why we fight so much is because, well I like you. Kevin had to practically give me a swift kick in the ass to make me realise."

"One date Cody."

One date turned into three, which turned into two years of dating. Then one full of year of us being engaged and tomorrow is the day we get married.

We still bicker but it usually ends with one of us apologising with a kiss, and our favourite food.

Who knew one fight over an injury would make us finally come go terms with our feelings?

Well Kevin did.

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saerins · 2 months

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please please please give sae and y/n a happy ending TOGETHER🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

i love how you emphasised the together 😭😭 you know me too well :’) … won’t stop me from saying it though: what if i end it with sae x bianca and eita x yn hehehehe

#no no no a possible ending: sae chooses bianca over yn </3 #mail : anon !

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Classroom Confrontations

Summary: After learning that another child called their daughter a racial slur at school, Reader and Andy confront the Administration over their lack of action. Takes place after BiBi's confession in The Conversation: A Follow-up to Friendly Ignorance. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca "BiBi" Barber

Warnings: Angry Mama Bear Reader, Attorney Mode Andrew Barber, Discussions of Race, Use of Racial Slurs, Snarky Reader, Compassionate Reader, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This fic might be triggering for some. Please heed the warnings and let me know your thoughts. Part of the Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own.

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Once again, you and your husband find yourselves sitting in the Principal’s Office at Bianca’s school.

“Nice to see you again, Mr. and Mrs. Barber.” Says Principal Curothers. “Although, I must admit that I hate it has to be under these circumstances.”

You and Andy both offer him strained smiles.

“Ms. Robertson will be joining us, correct?” You ask.

“Yes, she will. Actually, she should be here any minute and -”

The woman in question picks that moment to walk through the door. Mr. Curothers motions for the her to sit in a nearby chair facing the two of you.

Now all you were waiting for were Billy’s parents, Sally and Dante. Or was it Stella and Duke?

Sally comes in a few moments later, without Dante. Damn. You hadn’t seen the woman in a couple of years, but she still looked like she's been sucking on a freaking lemon.

Maybe she ought to go a little easier on the botox… You think to yourself before doing your best to stow your mean thoughts. At least temporarily.

Principal Curothers welcomes her, and once she takes her seat, the meeting begins.

“Mr. and Mrs. Barber requested this meeting based on an incident that occurred between their daughter, Bianca, and your son, Billy, approximately a month ago. Apparently Billy called her a very derogatory...term, which I think we can all agree is very upsetting. We’re here to address the incident to see how we can all move forward in a progressive manner.”

“If I may...” Hell, your asking was only a formality.

“Of course.”

You watch in disbelief as Sydney rolls her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you say to her. “But do you have a twitch?”

“What? No.” She responds rather indignantly.

“Oh, then is there something wrong with your contacts?” Andy squeezes your hand, silently telling you to relax.

“No.”

“Then please don’t roll your eyes when I’m speaking, it’s rude.” Her mouth drops open as you turn your attention back to the administrator.

“As I was saying before my concern for Billy’s mother interrupted my train of thought, our daughter told Ms. Robertson about the incident directly after she was called a nigger. And she was completely dismissed. My husband and I would like to know why.” You can't quite keep the edge out of your tone.

You watch as everyone squirms when you use the actual slur out loud. Even your husband seems the tiniest uncomfortable. Oh well.

“Well, Ms. Robertson told me that -” Curothers begins.

“No offense,” Andy interrupts. “But we’d rather hear from the woman herself. Why wasn’t this matter brought to our attention the same day?

Ope, your man had shifted into Attorney mode. Get ‘em, honey.

The teacher nervously clears her throat. “Um, well, while Bianca did come and tell me what happened, I wasn’t around to actually hear their conversation. So I simply chalked it up to two kids having a squabble.”

“So you chose to do nothing. Our daughter was experiencing a very painful moment and instead of doing your job, you opted to ignore her.” Andy scoffs, his nostrils flaring. "Unbelievable."

“I’m sorry,” Sylvia joins the conversation. “But our Billy does not use that kind of language. And I can assure you that that ugly word has no place in our home.” Her delicately manicured hand clutches her chest.

“Apparently it does.” You mutter, unmoved by the woman’s passionate defense.

“Excuse me!” She hisses. “I will have you know that my Devon and I don’t see color, and we’re teaching our son to view the world in the same way.”

Okay. You blink at her. “So you, your husband, and your son don’t see color, huh?”

“That’s right.” She says, clearly proud of herself.

“Well then, to quote Trevor Noah…if you don’t see color, then what do you do at a traffic light?”

She gives you a blank stare. “I don’t get it.”

Of course you don’t, you ignorant twit.

“I think we’re getting a little off topic here.” Mr. Curothers interrupts as he attempts to rein things in a bit.

“Sorry, but the whole colorblind defense always irks me. It’s not about how you see color, it’s about how you treat color. Maybe try teaching your kid that.” Comes your gruff response.

“Again that word is not used in our home. There’s no place he could’ve heard it. We don’t even listen to rap music or anything like that.”

That does it. You tell yourself as you actively resist the urge to kick over her chair. You were listening to Big Sean’s “I Don’t Fuck With You” on blast the whole way home. Even Andy liked that song.

“That word isn’t used in our home either, except to educate.” You inform her. “You see, the only reason our daughter knows about it is because my husband and I sometimes have to have tough conversations with our girls about the color of their skin. Both of our children know what the word nigger means, and they are aware of the hurtful connotations associated with it.”

Andy steps in now, making a point of first looking around the room, leveling everyone with his trademark hard stare.

“I’d like to think that we’re all aware of the hurtful, demeaning, and negative connotations surrounding that word. Which brings me back to my initial question for Ms. Robertson. Why wasn’t this matter escalated and brought to our attention when it first happened? Why are we all sitting here discussing it over a month later?"

Your man turns his icy blue gaze to the principal. "I find it concerning that my wife and I have yet to receive an adequate answer. Regardless of whether or not this woman was privy to their supposed squabble, we all should have been alerted.” His big hand goes to rest on your knee.

Ms. Robertson shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

“Why didn’t you do your job?” You struggle and fail to keep the edge out of your tone. “If you can't protect my child when she needs it, the least you can do is answer my question.”

“I - I, um, well…” She stammers.

“Principal Corothers, in lieu of pursuing legal action against your administration and withdrawing our children from this school, we request that Ms. Robertson put on administrative leave immediately. We would also encourage you and your team to undergo some serious diversity training.”

The other man coughs and looks down at his desk. “I will look into all of those things Mr. Barber. We do not support intolerance of any kind here at Cedarwood Preparatory Academy, and you have my word that we will do whatever we can to remedy this issue. Starting with appropriate disciplinary action, as well as implementing additional diversity training measures for our staff.”

“Oh my God, this is ridiculous!” Shirley hisses as she angrily jumps up from her seat. “I’m not going to sit here and watch you kiss his ass just because he’s some frickin’ attorney. I’ll have you know that this woman is my son’s favorite teacher and I will not let you treat her like this over something that clearly didn't happen!”

How come her eyebrows didn’t move when she talked? Oh yeah. Forgot about the botox.

“Um, sugarplum?" You briefly interrupt her tirade. "He’s actually the District Attorney.” She shoots you a glare so intense it would make a weaker woman melt. “Sorry, just wanted to point that out.”

“Well, good for him. Must be nice to be his kept little housewife, huh?” She sneers.

“Actually, I’m his bodyguard.” You respond with a shrug. "It just so happens that I also have an affinity for pretty aprons and baking. I like to think of it as being part of my cover."

Your husband just shakes his head.

“Argh!” She storms out of the room, only to return a few minutes later with her confused son in tow. “Okay, we’re going to settle this now. Billy, sweetheart, did you call your friend Bianca the n-word?” She asks him.

“No.” He shakes his head.

The little snot was lying and you knew it. You wished they would give you two minutes alone with the kid. You'd crack him like a walnut.

You grit your teeth as sighs of relief echo throughout the room.

“I didn’t call Bianca dah n-word.” He repeats again. "I don't even know what dat means."

“I know you didn’t sweetie, I know. That little girl probably just made it up for attention.” Suzanne throws you a shit-eating grin.

Your BiBi was many things, but a liar wasn’t one of them.

Andy hooks an arm around your waist to keep you shooting out of your own seat and dragging the woman down the hall by her cheap hair extensions.

“But I did call her a nigger.” He whispers. The room goes so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

“Huh? You - you what?” You watch as the woman in front of you begins to malfunction. You allow yourself a tiny moment of demented enjoyment at her expense before regaining your composure. “Why would you..? Where did you hear that?” She turns to look at you. “I’m telling you, we don’t say that word!”

“PawPaw says it all dah time. He says dat dah only good thing a black man can do is shine his shoes.” The little boy shrugs. “Can I haf’ my snack now, please?”

“Billy, that is a very, very bad word.” Mr. Curothers scolds, his mottled face breaking into a sweat. “Why would you ever refer to your friend that way?”

“Cuz’ she made me mad when she took my turn on dah slide. And PawPaw say it ‘s okay tah say bout dah blacks.”

“Well, it’s not! Don’t you ever let me hear that word come out of your mouth again, young man!” His mother hisses. Taking a deep breath, she turns to you both. “I’m so sorry. I’ll make sure he apologizes. I - I’m sorry.”

You and Andy both nod.

"Devon's father is no longer welcome at our house." She mumbles, more to herself than anyone else. "And, William, I'm taking your iPad away for a month."

"No!" He screams.

"Consider it gone."

"I hate you!" Billy screams again before stomping off, prompting you and your husband to share an awkwardly amused glance.

Standing, you walk over to the woman and extend your hand, which she readily accepts.

“Thank you for the apology, Stacy. I’m sure that wasn’t easy.” The woman looks ready to cry.

You’d feel a little more sympathetic if she hadn’t so readily accused your BiBi of seeking attention not even five minutes ago, but whatever.

Andy stands as well. “Principal Curothers, I expect to receive an email regarding the follow-up measures you intend to take before the week’s end. Please don’t make me be the one to have to reach out to you. My wife is already researching different schools for our children. I’d hate to have to start scheduling tours.”

The other man nods, looking ill.

You and your husband hold hands as you exit his office, neither of you saying a word until you’re safely settled in the car.

Turning to him, you offer Andy your most dazzling smile. “Baby, have I ever told you how sexy you are when you go into attorney mode over our kids?” You press a kiss to your still joined hands.

He grins. “And have I told you how much it turns me on when you go all Mama Bear on people? Makes my dick hard.”

You take another moment to smile at each other, before your man turns on the car and puts it in drive.

“We make one hell of a team, Andy Bear.”

“That we do, baby girl. That we do.”

And yes, you do blast Big Sean's "I Don't Fuck With You" all the way home, and it's cathartic as hell.

END

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Hello World: The Barber Twins

Summary: The twins decide to make their appearance a little earlier than Reader and Andy likes. Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Warnings: Pregnant Reader, Distress, Fluff, Babies, Minors DNI.

A/N: Please welcome the twins! Let me know your feedback. All mistakes my own!

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It was too soon.

Your water had broken too early.

The girls were at school. Andy was in court.

You were almost a month and half too early. This couldn’t be happening. You grip your belly as a force of pain washes over you. You’d been through labor before - twice now - but this was something altogether different.

Lord, fuck, it hurt! Shit, it hurt! Where was your cell phone? You had to call someone. Dear God, you couldn’t drive.

You grab your phone off of the counter before giving into your urge to curl up on the floor. You hit Carol’s number, your nextdoor neighbor.

Thankfully she answers. “Hey there, Y/N. How are you - ?”

You’re quick to interrupt her. “Carol - Carol, I need help. Oh, God!” Another wave of pain hits you. “I think it’s the babies! Please!”

“I’m comin’, honey.” She promises. “I’m comin’ right now. I’m runnin’ out the front door for you. Can you unlock it for me?”

“I’m tryin’! I’m tryin’ to get there!” You swear as you crawl towards the door. Taking a small moment, you reach into your pants to feel at the unwelcome wetness.

You pull them out and look at your fingers.

Blood.

“I’m almost at your door, kiddo. C’mon! I just need you to unlock it for me!” Carol tells you.

You keep crawling. You crawl until you can unlock the front door.

And Carol is standing right there.

“Hi, sweetheart.” She kneels down beside you.

“Carol, there’s blood, you tell her. There’s blood.” You grab her shirt. “These babies are not due for another month and a half. It’s too soon! I keep telling them it’s too soon!” The tears won’t stop falling.

“Hey, hey, hey!” She grabs your face. “We’ve got this. Everything is gonna be fine. We’re not gonna panic. Because at the end of this, you are going to have two more brand new babies. And I’m going to be selfish on behalf of myself and Walter, so that means two more babies to come and read to us. Two more babies to watch out for on Halloween.” She calls 911 and tells them about your situation while you try to breathe.

“Really, you’re doing us a favor, honey.” She tells you as she holds the phone to her ear. “And yes, that’s her address.”

“Oh, god it fucking hurts!” You twist in Carol’s arms. “Shit! They’re coming, Carol! And it’s too goddamned soon! I need Andy!” You press her hand to your belly as the tears drip down your face.

“Relax, relax. I know it hurts. An ambulance is on its way.” Carol coughs. “You guys gotta hurry. She’s really hurtin’!”

“We’ve got a team en-route.” The dispatcher says.

___

Three Hours Later…

You’re resting. Carol keeps stroking your hand until Andy walks in, looking all kinds of tousled and unkempt.

God, you were tired.

“Thank you, Carol.” You watch as he grabs her in a hug. “And I please thank Walter. I mean, I’ll do it when I see him too, but him grabbing the girls before my Mom could get them… God…”

“Don’t you worry about it.” She pats his cheek. “We were glad we could be there. And we’re glad Y/N knew something wasn’t right. That is why we’re here. Family isn’t just based on blood, baby.” She pinches his cheek. “Call us. Let us know what you need. We’re here. If you need someone for the girls, call us. We're gonna call, you anyway."

“Thank you.” And whispers as he kisses her hand. “Thank you so much.”

“Baby girl, how are you?” Your husband asks as he sits down next to you. “How do you feel?”

“They gave me something to slow down my labor and contractions.” You stroke a hand over his face. “But baby, they’re coming. The twins…” You tell him as you try to hold it together. “It’s too early. We could be looking at any kind of issues - I keep talkin' to 'em., tellin' 'em no..."

“Stop. I mean I'm glad your talking to them.” Andy growls. “But we thought we were gonna have issues with Katrina. Didn’t we?”

You nod.

“And what happened? She’s just the most delightful, wonderful little peach that I’ve ever met. No issues. And, Bianca was totally fine when she was born. We are two for two.”

Andy leans down to kiss you over and over again. “I need you to be positive, baby. I’m going to share a secret with you. You are the barometer for myself and this family. You tell me things are going to be okay, and I believe you.” His phone rings. "You are the literally flight attendant for this house. If you say it's going to be okay, it's gonna be okay. So it's gonna be okay. Repeat that for me."

"It's gonna be okay." You respond back as you squeeze his hand. Just in time for him to get a call.

“Hi, Mom. Yes, Y/N is okay. She’s right here. The babies want to talk to her?” You nod your head at him. “Put them on the phone for their Mama. She wants to talk to them too.”

___

If someone told you to push one more time, you were going to kill them. They’d told you to not push when you’d initially gotten to the hospital. And then they’d given you something to turn it off. Because you had wanted to push.

And now you’d been given somethin else that made you body want to hurt everything.

“Come on, baby! One more good one. Come on!” Andy coaches you.

“Shut up.” You grunt. “”Oh, my fucking God!”

“Don’t care. Give us one more.”

“Listen to your husband, Y/N. Just this one time. I’m sure he’s stupid just like me, but just breathe. Give me another push and —”

“Aahh ahh ahhh!” You scream.

“Girl number one is out!” Dr. Wilson yells. “Hallelujah, girl number one is out! Whoo boy, is it a good day! “He allows you to rest for a few minutes.

“C’mon, Y/N another push - maybe two more and – ohh here we go! Girl number two is coming! Girl number two is - oh God…”

“What?” You whisper, exhausted. “Andy what’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

“Dr. Wilson - “ Andy starts…

His heart is in his chest. Your heart is in your chest.

“Daddy, Mama, relax.” Dr. Wilson looks over at your husband. “It’s just that Baby Girl number two is really Baby Boy number one.”

“Huh?” You both utter at the same time.

“It means you are the proud parents of a boy and a girl.”

Andy looks at you before he begins to wither –

“Daddy’s going down! Get him! Catch him!” “The staff moves quickly to shove a chair under your husband’s wobbly feet. Yes, he almost passed out again.

“We have a boy?” You whisper. “They said girls. We only have girl names.” You try to take a deep breath. “But they said girls, and I don’t have another name..”

“Yes, okay. I know and sometimes - " Wilson starts… “That’s hard and…Mr. Barber…”

“Isa’ boy…” Is all Andy garbles out as he sits in a chair. “A boy.”

They kay both babies on your chest. “Hi. Hi babies. Hi my sweet girl, and hi my little man. Why’d you hide so much, huh? Why you gotta make big entrance like that? We don’t even gotta a name for you cuz’ didn’t tell us you were comin’!”

“So no names yet?” Someone asks. You look over at your husband who needed to keep breathing. “We have a name for her, not this one yet. He surprised us. We’ll work on it.”

____

The Next Day…

You sit there and look at your twins in their little incubators. They were small, but thankfully not too small. They should maybe be able to go home in a couple of weeks.

“Are you sure about the name?” Andy asks you. “I mean, are you sure, sure?”

“I am. This little man needs one. And I loved the one we picked.”

“You picked it.”

“But you said yes. If you’re not okay, that’s alright, but tell me now.” You tell him as you stroke his jaw.

“I’m okay with it. I love the name. And I love them. And I love BiBi and KitCat. And, most of fucking all, I love you.” Andy presses a kiss to your hand.

At the end of the day, your little family was complete. You had your Andy Bear…

But then, you had your Bianca Maria…your “BiBi”.

And then you had your Katrina Claire…your “KitCat”.

And now you had your Aurora Rose…your “Rory” or “RoRo”.

And now you had your Andrew Jacob Barber Jr. - “your A.J.”

BiBi. KitCat. RoRo. A.J.

Life was good.

END

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Dance With My Father Again

Summary: Andy escorts Bianca and Katrina to a Father Dance. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber, Katrina Barber

Warnings: Fluff, Andy’s Hate of Country Music, Child Bribery, Minors DNI

A/N: This scenario is based on something that happened between myself and my own dad when I was the girl’s age. It’s a good memory for me. Apologies for bashing country music. All mistakes my own. Written on my phone. Let me know your thoughts. Thanks for reading!

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“Alright ladies, let’s put the finishing touches on these outfits before Daddy sees you.”

Both girls look at themselves in the mirror. And when Bianca does a little spin, Katrina is quick to do the same.

“We lookin’ pretty Mama?” Your older baby asks.

“Gorgeous.”

Bianca was wearing a dress with a black bodice that flared out into a white chiffon tutu covered in back polka dots. Whereas Katrina had chosen a sparkly silver ensemble that ended just below her knees.

Per her request, you’d straightened BiBi’s hair and then spun it into big, loose curls. And as for your other girl, you’d slicked her hair back and piled it high on top of her head.

And for the final touch? A small spritz of perfume and a dab of pink lipgloss.

“We ready, Mama?”

“I think so. In fact, I think Daddy is gonna be blown away.”

Opening the door, you lead them to the top of the stairs.

“Daddy! Are you ready to see your dates for the evening?”

“Ready?” Your husband yells back. “I can hardly wait!”

Arm in arm, you lead them both down the stairs. “Close your eyes, honey…”

You make it the bottom and hand the girls their respective purses. “You can open them now.”

When he does, your suit clad husband gasps before clutching his chest and falling backwards onto the couch.

Jesus, how they looked like their Mama! God, he was gonna be in trouble when they hit puberty…

“Oh. My. Goodness. You two look stunning. I mean absolutely stunning.” The goofy smile on his face let’s you know that he means every word. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen two more beautiful little creatures!”

They weren’t going to be allowed to date until he was dead and gone…

Blushing softly, your sweet girls do a little spin. “We picked these out ourselves.” Bianca tells him.

“Well, you both look amazing. So amazing, that Daddy went out and got these just for you.” Reaching over, your man pulls out two plastic boxes containing…

Two different colored corsages.

“C’mere, my lovely ladies.” He beckons. “This pink one is for my brilliant BiBi.” Andy places if on her little wrist. “And this purple one is for my creative little KitCat.

“Bootiful, Dada.” She delicately strokes the flowers on her wrist.

“Yeah! Beautiful gift from our handsome Daddy. We’d kiss you, but lip gloss.” She tells him.

You rub your swollen belly and smile. “Alright, let Mama get a picture of the best looking trio in town before our Prince Charming here whisks you off to the ball.”

___

Holding hands with the most gorgeous girls this side of Boston, he walks them into their school gym.

Huh. He thinks to himself. These decorations are odd…

The invite that was sent home in their folders had nothing about a country western theme…

“Oh good God.” He mutters to himself. “Please tell me tonight isn’t what I think it is. Please tell me it’s not…”

“Well, howdy pardner!” A man by the name of Mr. Bruins greets you. “And welcome to this here Square Dance!”

Andy feels himself go pale. If there was one thing he hated more than dangerous criminals, banana pudding, and slow walkers…it was Country Music.

Especially Square Dancing.

Immediately, his girls move to the center of the floor and start dancing their little hearts out.

“C’mon Daddy!”

With a sigh, he two-steps his way over, clapping his hands the whole time.

He’d do anything for his girls, but he would also do anything to get out of this nightmare.

Andy needed a plan - one that wouldn’t upset his girls. So he had to think…

And then think some more.

___

Thirty minutes later…

He’d been dancing nonstop with his babies. Throwing them in the air. Swinging them around. At one point, he’d thought he’d lost KitCat…

Only to realize his already tiny baby girl had done the splits and gotten stuck.

“C’mon ladies, let’s go grab ourselves some punch.”

He leads them over to the snack table and gets them something to drink before unleashing his plan.

“Now, ladies…I know we’re all having a good time, but Daddy has an idea about something even more fun that we could do. You wanna hear it?”

“Yeah!” They both shout.

Andy crouches down in front of them. “Okay, so we could stay here…

And let Daddy’s ears bleed.

“Or, we could get outta here and go see a movie. I’m talkin’ all the candy, popcorn, and soda you want.”

Their eyes go wide.

“I’m talking Sour Patch Kids, Gummy Bears, Reese Pieces…whatever your little hearts desire.”

“And nachos wif’ dah popcorn?” BiBi asks.

“Yep. Sure. Sounds fantastic.”

Andrew Barber was a desperate man.

“And Daddy will hand you his phone so you girls can figure out what movie you want to see on the way to the theatre. Think of it as an extra special date - just the three of us.”

He flashes then his most charming smile. It worked on everyone, even his wife…sometimes.

“Okay! Movie night!” Screeches Bianca. “And special date wif’ our Daddy! C’mon KitCat, to dah car.”

Katrina grabs his big hand and drags him out and away from his personal hell.

Thank goodness for his girls.

And for his belief in bribery.

END

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Sneak Peek: Life With The Twins

Summary: A soft sneak peek at what life looks like with the twins. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber, Katrina Barber, Baby Barber Twins

Warnings: Fluff, Minors DNI

A/N: I’m dying to fully introduce the twins! Please let me know your feedback. Written on my phone. All mistakes my own.

___

A small hand shakes Katrina’s shoulder in the middle of the night.

“Huh?” She mumbles. “Whaa wrong?”

“Can’ seep, sissy. Wan’ seep wif’ you.”

KitCat heaves a small sigh before lifting the covers. “C’mon. In you go.” She says as they climb in. “Where’s dah other one?”

“Still seepin.”

“Okies.” She wraps an arm around them before drifting off again.

Twenty minutes later, she’s woken up to a second twin nudging her.

“Wan’ seep wif you too.” KitCat raises the covers once again, this time without a word. And in they climb.

Katrina lays there feeling squished while they sleep as she absentmindedly rubs their little backs. Fitting three small people in a twin bed was tough. Being a Big Sissy was also tough.

These two needed a lot.

But as she lay there, she thought about her own Big Sissy. A Big Sissy who had a bigger bed.

To be fair, Katrina slept in a twin, while Bianca had a full-sized-bed.

“Hey.” She whispers as she wakes them. “Hey. We’ll fit better with BiBi. Hold my hand and let’s go see Big Sissy - ah! Careful gettin’ down!” She scrambles out of bed to help her little siblings.

“Don’t scare me like dat! Thought you was gonna fall!”

Katrina helps them both out of her bed. “Hold my hand and we go see Bianca. Come on…”

The three of them wander down the hall together and into their oldest sister’s room.

“BiBi wake up. We’s got visitors.” Says the five-year-old. “And dey are sleepy. Too tight in my bed.”

A nine-year-old Bianca rolls over and mumbles something unintelligible before lifting the covers.

“Get in. I help you. Sissy help!” KitCat orders.

Jerking out of her sleep, BiBi helps one twin into her bed, placing them between her and the wall. And then she helps the other so that KitCat can slide in as well.

“Everybody go to sleep. Tired.” BiBi mutters as the four of them drift off.

___

Two Hours Later…

Bianca is awoken to a foot in her face. One of twins, who always slept wild, had managed to flip themselves upside down.

She bats the foot away, only for it to return moments later.

I can’t live like this, she thinks to herself. Taking her time, she crawls out of her own bed. She makes sure no one is at risk of falling before wandering into her parents room.

This girl needed some space. And that space happened to be between Mama and Daddy.

Bianca climbs into their bed and snuggles with her Mama.

“Hi, baby. The kiddos in your bed again?” You lean down to press a sleepy kiss against her cheek.

“Yep.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just don’t like feet in my face. Kept tickling my nose. Smelled like toe jam. Ugh!” BiBi giggles and kisses her Mama back. “They’re okay though. No one’s gonna fall out. KitCat is on the outside.”

“Oh good.” Both of your big girls were so protective of your two-year-old twins. “So you wanna sleep here?”

“I did. But how I wanna bother Daddy.” Your little imp grins at you. “He’s sleeping too happy.”

“That he is.” You agree. “I think he needs an attack from the Tickle Monster!”

“Me too!” With that she jumps on top of Andy and tickles his ears, his ribs, everything!

“Wake up, Daddy! It’s time for breakfast!” She pauses her tickling to kiss his nose. “Wake up!” And then she shakes him.

“No!” He grumbles.

“Yes! Your favorite daughter is tellin’ you to get up! Up! Up!”

“If you really were my favorite, you’d let me sleep.” He growls. “I’m still holding auditions with the neighbor kids down the street. You’re not guaranteed the part, kiddo.”

Bianca sighs and curls up on her Daddy’s chest.

“Fine. I give you ten more minutes to sleep and then we make chocky chip pancakes.”

“Deal.”

You can’t help but smile as they both fall back asleep.

Now it was time to go check on your other three.

END

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Baby Barber Babbles

Summary: Bianca is confused when her baby sister KitCat won’t talk to her.

*Warnings: Fluff, Bianca’s First Words, Katrina’s First Words, Snuggles, Dancing, Sweet Daddy Andy, Big Sister BiBi, Happy Reader, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

___

It was nearly bedtime for both you and the girls.

You find your husband in the kitchen, dutifully putting away leftovers from dinner.

“Hi, handsome.” You murmur as you burrow into his side. Tonight you wanted cuddles.

Andy grins down at you as he closes the fridge. “Well hello there, beautiful.

“I like your face. You are the most handsomest Andy Bear who has ever lived.” You tell him with a sweet grin.

“You like my face, baby girl? Or do you like my muscles?” He whispers before lightly tickling your ribs. “I saw you admiring them at dinner. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

“See, you’re going too far now. I was just trying to give you a little compliment to help boost your ego.” You giggle as you bat his hands away. “Stop tickling me! Don’t make me go for your ears, damn it!”

“My bad, honey. Please forgive me.” He murmurs as he flexes an impressive bicep. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“You know what, Big Man? Once we put the girls down, this baby is gonna need snuggles. Can you provide or do I need to invest in a Pillow Pal?”

“Fuck that shit. I’ll snuggle your cute little ass all day long. Now let’s get our beautiful girls to bed.”

___

Andy sighs as he finishes rereading Green Eggs and Ham for the third time in a row.

“Alright, my sweet BiBi, it’s time for you to go to sleep now.” He kisses her forehead before rising from her bed. “Good night, little love.” He turns to walk out of the room.

“Daddy, wait!” She calls.

“Hmm?”

“Have ask.”

“You have a question?” Andy’s little girl vigorously nods her head. “Okay, go for it.”

“Um…” Her little hand goes to rub the side of her face. “Is, is dat, um, how come KitCat no talk to me?”

“What?” Andy moves to kneel beside his daughter’s bed.

“I talk tah KitCat all dah time, and she no talk back. She maybe no like me? I do somefing bad?”

It takes Andy a moment to put everything together.

“Oh my goodness. BiBi! You’ve done nothing wrong. Your little sister is just too small right now to talk the way we do right now. But she listens to everything you say. And she loves you. Why do you think she smiles every time she sees you? You make her happy.” He rubs a comforting hand over her little belly.

“I do?”

“Yep. Mama and Daddy are so happy that you talk to her the way you do. Because that is one of the only ways that she’s going to learn how to speak. She needs to hear from her big sister. So we need you to keep talking to her, okay?”

BiBi nods her head.

“Daddy? Nuther ask.”

“Go ahead, baby.”

“Did I ever no talk? Like KitCat?”

Now that makes him smile.

“There was a time when you were itty bitty like her. Just an itty bitty little thing. And you didn’t talk. Not with words. But one day, Mama and I were playing with you. And Daddy was making funny sounds. You were laughing so hard - I’m talking about this crazy little laugh that I wish I had on video to show you. And you fell over backwards onto the bed, still laughing. Your Mama sat you back up, and you looked at both of us and said “Hi!”, before falling back over again. It was one of the best days of our lives.” Andy tells her as he lightly ruffles her hair. “And then you never stopped.

“So just keep talking to Katrina, okay? I promise that one of these days, she’ll talk back.”

“Kay.” Bianca murmurs as sleep begins to overtake her.

___

,Three Days Later…

You place Katrina in her highchair while you prepare her morning puree. As soon as you got her settled, you could put some of the breakfast scramble you’d cooked on plates. Andy was working on getting Bianca dressed.

The older she got, the more you two tended to argue about what she was going to wear. You were too much alike sometimes. But with her Daddy? He could suggest she wear a burlap sack and it would be no big deal.

But you loved your girl anyway. She made up for all her sass with evening cuddles.

‘I dressed, Mama!” Your BiBi calls out. She comes down the stairs rocking a gray shirt and silver leggings ensemble, complete with a purple tutu.

“Well, don’t you look gorgeous, baby girl?” You coo at her, because she really was beautiful. “Can Mama have a kiss?”

She rushes into your arms. “Pretty Mama! I wook wike mah pretty Mama!” She smacks a kiss onto your cheek.

“An’ hi KitCat! How you dis mornin? Play peek-a-boo wif Sissy?” She puts her hands over her eyes before pulling them away and making little KitCat giggle.

You and Andy watch as your Bianca gently plays with your other little baby. You loved the fact that she talked to Katrina all day long. She always wanted to explain stuff and show her things. Or feed her a bottle. There was no jealousy. At least not yet. What the hell? All of the books you’d read had said be prepared for jealousy!

Bianca puts her hands over her face again to keep the game going. “Peek-a-boo!”

Katrina giggles.

And so it goes.

“Peek-a-boo!”

More laughter.

“Peek-a-boo!”

Biance pauses the game when she sees her Mama putting breakfast on plates. “Mama, can I haf’ a waffle wif dah eggs pwease?” She asks.

“Of course. I’ll drop in the toaster for you in just a moment.”

“Fank you, and Mama -”

“BI-BI!”

You, Bianca, and Andy all turn around and around, trying to figure out where the sound came from.

“BI-BI!” Katrina growls. You gaze zeros in on your baby girl who is strapped into her highchair. You watch as she playfully puts a chunky hand over her eye.

“Sissy!” Bianca squeals. “Hi, Sissy! You talk to me! Peek-a-boo!”

Katrina giggles and then yells “BI-BI!” once again. Which makes your other baby dance.

“Sissy talk to me! Yeah she talk to me. Cuz’ love me an’ I love her. So she talk to me! I’s a happy BiBi!” Your daughter keeps dancing, her little limbs flailing this way and that.

“BI-BI.” KitCat grunts again.

“I comin’ Sissy! Fank you for talkin’ tah me. We dance summore!” Bianca says as she kicks up a little leg.

END

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