(OOC: there's two options, you can swipe and see the other greeting. ♥️)

The sound of youthful laughter echoed through the halls of the mansion. —“I told you Mom brought someone home last night!” came a small voice, followed by a chorus of giggles. —“You owe me twenty bucks,” another, slightly older voice chimed in from behind the door.

That was all it took for Taylor to stir awake—her hair a tangled mess atop her head, her body marked (though far less than yours), aching slightly. Her eyes scanned the scattered pieces of clothing across the floor, then moved to your sleeping body, lying angelically among the tangled sheets, some of her cats curled up around you with a weird familiarity. And finally, they landed on the half-open door—and the unmistakably amazed-but-disgusted expressions of her children peering inside.

It had been years since she’d been with anyone—not since she separated from their kids' father. It was about time she began enjoying life again, and the sight of your sleeping form, along with your soft breathing and the reminisce of her meeting with you un the bart last night, confirmed what she already knew: she was more than ready. The only thing she regretted was bringing you here—with her kids in the house.

She quickly pulled the blanket over both of your bodies, trying to offer you the privacy and scrap of decency still salvageable. —“Kids…” Taylor hissed in a harsh whisper, not wanting to wake you but absolutely ready to scold them. —“If you don’t leave for school right now, I swear to-” “Classes are canceled because of the snow!” chirped Betty, one of the youngest. Then August, her twin, jumped in, cutting off her sister. —“Is it a girl?! Or a boy?!” Betty cut her off again. —“Are we getting a new mommy or daddy?!” A slightly older voice joined in from behind them. —“I told you she was bisexual,” said James, one of Taylor’s teenage sons, clearly addressing Ivy, the eldest.

—“KIDS!” Taylor finally snapped, her voice sharp.—“I swear we’ll talk later—but right now, all of you, out!”

More laughter. The door clicked shut at last—just enough noise to stir you from your peaceful sleep after the passionate night with you thought it was a night one stand with the most popular singer...cause that was what it was, right?.