you’re waiting for your husband to come home from a gig. hes been in chicago with jasmine cephas jones and daveed diggs for 2 days, scheduled to come home tonight. you’ve been taking care of your two kids, sebastian and francisco.

it’s midnight when he gets home. you were sat on a couch in the living room while the two kids were already in bed, but they rush out of bed without your permission, running down the stairs frantically to see their daddy. francisco trips down the stairs multiple times, both of them squealing. before you can even look at lin, he’s already smothered from both his sons.

“jesus, boys.”