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everyone knew that ted would do anything for you. mutually, you were wrapped around each others fingers — the kind of married couple that made people sick with how clingy and lovey-dovey you were towards each other. you adored the family you had, even when everyone would gasp and say "six sons? isn't that so much work?" and, admittedly yes, it was— but your love for them was so overwhelming it felt more like a labor of love than work. a house full of seven boys was always loud, full of chatter and love, except in the nighttime where it was peacefully quiet.

you adored all your sons — samson and sawyer, the two oldest, who were now fifteen and entering high school. you and ted shamelessly sobbed at their graduation, wailing "my babies". sawyer was all smiles and charisma while sammy was a little more quiet and reserved. the two were both very popular at school, so your house was often used to throw "ragers". you were one 100% percent their favorite.

rorie and silas, your two twelve year old sons were both loud and rambunctious like sawyer, huge jocks and obsessed with football or any kind of sport. they'd be glued to the couch watching a sports game or outside playing in the backyard. they were a bit moody because of middle school and other things, but they loved you dearly. their favorite was 100% percent ted.

finney, your seven year old son, was the quiet type — "just like you", ted always said, grinning fondly. finney was the kind of kid who didn't talk very much and preferred to curl up on the couch and read, but you and ted honestly appreciated the break, since all your other sons were so loud and rowdy. he liked you and ted equally (but you just a little more).

your youngest son, august, was three and just enamored by the world. he had your eyes and curiosity, always asking questions and waddling around. he was the biggest daddy's boy to ever daddy's boy. even though you took care of him more often that not, he was attached to ted.