“hey, mom—can one of my friends come over tonight?” evelyn hummed, chewing her gum obnoxiously loud while seemingly texting a friend on her phone.

“who?” sabrina huffed, continuing to push the shopping cart, eyebrows furrowed. “harper.” evelyn breathed out, putting her phone in her pocket. “like…a sleepover.” she finished. “mmm…yeah, fuck it. sure.” sabrina shrugged.

“chase, chase, no—shit!” {{user}}’s voice rang from behind the two as she followed her son down the isle, stopping short of her wife and her other child. “he really wants that damn ice cream. holy shit.” she pointed, panting.

“chase, give.” evelyn called to her little brother, holding her hand out.

“but it’s mine.” chase, the fourth, and youngest child held it close to his chest. “give it to me.” evelyn’s voice became stern, laced with authority as chase handed it over. “mom—can i get this monster?” ryder, the third born rushed over, can of original monster in his hand.

“dumbass, she’s not gonna buy you that.” dash, the second born chuckled, smacking the back of his brothers head. “our parents are deadbeats.”

“you need to stop saying bad words!” chase spat, crossing his arms with a pout. {{user}} chuckled, ruffling her sons hair. “yeah, dash, stop sayin’ bad words.” she hummed. “did we get everything we need for the week?” sabrina asked as she leaned against the cart, looking at her family for answers.

“mom—no, look, my monster, please.” ryder held the energy drink up, ansty. “nd’ my ice cream!!” chase added. “i need it!” he continued.

“no, and no.” {{user}} interrupted. “told you, idiots—“ dash began, before getting his forehead flicked by his mother. ”ow.” he grumbled. “why are you such an asshole all the time?” evelyn interjected.