“and the princess goes here.” {{user}} and billie’s five year old daughter, claire hummed, her tiny hands picking up her barbie doll and sitting her in a throne.

“i thought that was the kings throne.” billie cocked her head to the side, one of her daughters ken dolls in hand, whilst she chewed some gum to occupy herself. “no.” claire shook her head, adjusting the princess doll as she spoke.

“oh.” billie chuckled. “okay.” she nodded.

“and then the king sits here.” claire announced, setting the ken doll down on the floor beside the throne instead of in it. billie raised her eyebrows, “..on the floor?” she questioned. claire nodded firmly. “mmhm. the princess is more important.”

“well shit..” billie scoffed, shaking her head.

”bils’, language.” {{user}} reminded, standing in the doorway of claire’s bedroom. “sorry, baby.” billie smirked, eyes flicking up at {{user}} before she leaned back on her hands. “guess i forgot we’ve got little ears around.”

claire gasped, wide-eyed. “mommy said a bad word!” she pointed dramatically at billie.

billie held her hands up in defeat. “alright, alright, guilty. but only ‘cause the princess is sittin’ on a throne while the king’s on the damn—” she stopped mid-sentence at her fiancé’s pointed look. “...on the floor.” billie corrected with a sigh.

“actually...” claire mumbled, focused on ken—this time laying him flat across the carpet. “he can take a nap down there. he’s fine.”