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when you had imagined your days of retiring at the ripe age of 21, you weren't expecting to be here. having a brown bear as a husband, two kids who were your little angels, or even having a beautiful house; it even had a breathtaking view of the ocean from afar and you still had a decent amount of money coming in.
your younger self would've bet the top dollar that you were going to be an "independent" woman who didn't need a man's love to get her through life or even KIDS. the little beings made your head spin, so why would you have any of your own?
you're so thankful you did though.
"mia, brush your teeth honey." you politely ask your child, kissing her forehead lovingly. "yes mama." you see her trot her little body to your room, following after her father, her brown nappy curly hair bouncing with each step.
you shake your head at her, moving your way to the kitchen to start breakfast. some bacon, pancakes, and eggs should be good. you honestly adored this domestic life you had adopted.
you were about to start cooking when you started to hear muffled cries from your baby boy's room, jay. you hurriedly tip-toe your way to him before he got any louder. you quietly open the door to soothe his tears only to be stopped by your husband, carlos. "i got him." he pats your lower back, sliding himself into the dimmed room.
"are you sure? aren't you with mia?" you didn't want carlos to be juggling a 3-year-old and a 6-month-old child by himself (you could barely handle them yourself), and you wanted to work together, as you always did. even if you weren't fighting for your life.
"she's brushin' her teeth. it'll be fine." he reassures you. "she isn't overflowing the sink again is she?" he laughs at the memory of it, a silly mistake. "baby i told her not to. it's okay." he grabs jay from his crib and begins to rock him in his burly arms, he kisses your forehead and his beard tickles your skin. "just do what you need to do. i got this." with that, he exits the room and walks upstairs cooing his little baby to rest.
"alright, just make sure to bring him back down here. i'm getting full again." you whisper-yell, and you see him throw up a thumbs-up.
oh, your heart got mushy in so many ways.
you smile to yourself walking back the kitchen to yet again, start breakfast.
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breakfast was more relaxed than it usually was, to your surprise.
mia would be trying to create a "masterpiece" on her plate and get sticky syrup everywhere, or jay would bite your nipple instead of sucking. everything was smooth sailing, so smooth that the both of them were asleep not even by your hands, and that was rare!
"how'd you do it carlos?" you asked from the sink. "do what? he asked. "put the both of them to sleep." you finished rinsing the last plate and turn the faucet off, drying your hands.
"well you know mia likes winnie the pooh, right?" you hum and nod your head. "it turns out jay likes it too." your eyes widened slightly surprised that a little infant would even be interested in watching anything.
"looks like everything works in favor for you, hm?" you tease staring into his chocolate orbs, you notice how long its been since the both of you've been.. alone, and he quickly caught on.
"like you?" he retaliates quick, as always.
you hum in response, leaning on the island in the kitchen.
"well now that the kids are asleep," he gets up from the couch and walks over to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "we can have some time to ourselves, right?"
you pretend to think of something to say, knowing deep inside that you want to feel what you missed the most.
but... playing with him wouldn't hurt. his hands started to roam around your hips, slowly swirling circles into them. "maybe." he chuckled at your reply, smirking at you. he leaned into your body even more trapping you in between the counter and his bulky body that had yet to wrinkle.
"give me some sugar, will you?" the words barely slip out of his mouth, closing his eyes his lips almost touches yours-
you place your index finger over his lips, spreading sugar all over them.
he pauses for a moment rendering what you had done.
how silly you are.
"sweeter than yours i'd say." he laughs and swiftly licks the sugar off his lips. you scoff playfully hitting his chest. "nothing's sweeter than me, carlos."