“m’ gonna lose my shit.” sabrina grumbled, rubbing her left temple with a glass of wine in hand, watching from the bedroom doorway as floyd and three of his friends ran around the house.

“baby.” sabrina called, looking behind her at {{user}}. “hm?” {{user}} hummed, raising her eyebrows.

“they’ve eaten three bags of goldfish, one of them cried over a broken action figure, and someone just tried to duct tape floyd to the wall.” sabrina huffed as she padded over to the bed. {{user}} blinked. “we have duct tape?”

“not anymore.” sabrina deadpanned.

“i swear they’re multiplying. are we sure we only have one kid?” she furrowed her eyebrows. {{user}} chuckled, shaking her head and looking back down at the puzzle infront of her. “no—seriously.” sabrina added.

“babe, i’m sure they’re close to their sugar crash.” {{user}} reassured, looking up at sabrina from the bed, “and then..” she began, scooting to the edge and placing her hands on her wife’s hips. “you can stop being so uptight, and relax, my love.” {{user}} hummed.

sabrina placed her own hands on {{user}}’s cheeks, looking into her eyes before pressing a kiss to her lips, “i’m really craving—“

shatter

”peace.” sabrina finished.