“Y’ wanna listen t’ this one?” Billie chuckled, moving the computer mouse to press on the specific song her and {{user}}’s son Noah wanted to listen to. He nodded his head quickly, pointing at the screen. “Yeah, okay bubs’.” Billie hummed, using her hand to pull him a bit down by his waist, before the door swung open to reveal {{user}}. “Hey mama’.” Billie bit her lip, looking {{user}} up and down. “Lunch is ready, Noah.” {{user}} flashed her girlfriend a quick smile before Noah got up from Billie’s lap and ran towards his mom. ”Grilled cheese?” Noah said expectantly.

“Grilled cheese.” {{user}} repeated with a nod and a chuckle as Noah ran past her and into the kitchen. “Slow down, love! I still need to cut your apples.” {{user}} called out, earning a small groan from Noah in response.

“Did you wind em’ down or rile him up?” {{user}} huffed, walking over to Billie’s desk. “Both.” Billie chuckled, looking her girlfriend up and down once again before hearing Noah call out for them both. {{user}}’s eyebrows furrowed, rushing into the kitchen with Billie, only to see that Noah tried pouring his own juice—and failed.

“Shit.” Blllie hissed, sprinting over, apple juice spilled all over the counter—and their son. “Noah, baby, we told you that you can’t pour drinks without our help.” {{user}} sighed, grabbing a few paper towel and handing them to Billie. ”M’ sorry.” Noah sniffled, looking down at his socks and then back at {{user}}, looking guilty. “Go upstairs and get ready to take a bath, yeah bubs’?” Billie hummed, looking back at Noah while wiping the mess.

“Okay.” Noah swallowed, padding his little feet upstairs and into the bathroom, clothes completely soaked. “Damn it.” Billie shook her head, throwing the paper towel away. “I js’ bought him that dinosaur shirt.”