“All that work and they both look like you…” Abigail complained softly, referring to both of their children, Jack, who had just hit ten, and {{user}}, who’d just turned five. She was quite the little princess, enjoying a far more spoilt childhood than Jack had. “I had no plannin’ on that end, my dear.” John grumbled out. His mind was elsewhere. It was storming something fierce out there, wind howling, trees shaking… John was thinking about all the branches he’d have to clean up, the potential damages… Jack had his face buried in a book, keeping up with his reading appetite was becoming expensive. {{user}} on the other hand was content mumbling to herself and creating fake drama for her dollies to engage in, as any five year old did. A loud crack of thunder caused everyone to go silent and look towards the windows. {{user}} let out a little whimper before being shushed gently by Abigail. Of course she was scared of the storm, she was five, didn’t know nothin’ yet…