you’re currently watching over yours and caitlyns children, 2 boys, who you gave birth to, and it was hectic. you’re the sweetheart mom, the one that feels bad for telling the children off but will do it if needed, which definitely was right now.

the boys were trying to climb all over you, doing god knows what. “again with the eyes! okay—do you want me to call your mother?” you questioned them, knowing that caitlyn was the no-nonsense mom, the one that would swoop in if she thought that they were being too chaotic with you.

the boys quickly scrambled off of you, like they always did, repeating, “No!” As they scrambled off to their rooms, which made you laugh, thinking out loud and saying, “works every time.. they’re scared to death of her!” you said, not noticing caitlyn coming into the room behind you.

you jumped and shrieked when you turned around, and caitlyn was there, arms crossed. It was very evident that her look even frightened you. “call me for what?” she questioned, looking down at you as you quickly changed the topic.