CHARLOTTE IS THE ONE IN THE WHITE. KENNEDY IS THE ONE IN THE PINK.
HANNA POV:
"Ugh! There is a baby in our bed!" I groan when I wake up.
I roll over and see Chandler and Caleb sleeping soundly.
I sigh, and get out of bed. Just as I open the door, I hear Chandler.
"Mommy!"
I turn around, and go back to the bed, and pick up my baby boy.
"You hungry?" I ask him.
"Yup!"
I go downstairs into the big kitchen, and put Chandler in one of the 11 high chairs.
I give him some puffs, and start cooking breakfast.
After a few minutes, my two blonde haired, blue eyed girls run into the kitchen.
"Us too!" They shout excitedly in unison.
I smile and give each of them a small plate of eggs, hashbrowns, fruit, and a cup of juice.
"Thank you, mommy!" Charlotte says, smiling her wide smile.
"You're welcome Charlotte." I say, and give her a kiss on the forehead.
"Thank you!" Kennedy shouts.
"You're welcome Kennedy." I say, and also give her a kiss on the forehead.
After a few minutes, everyone else comes downstairs, and they all eat breakfast.
Charlotte runs out of the kitchen once everyone is done, but runs back in 1 minute later with her shoes.
"Shoes!" She says, holding them up.
"Yeah, those are shoes." I tell her.
She makes a pouty face, and looks at me.
"Shoes!" She says, and jumps up and down.
I look at her confused, but then I realize she wants them on.
"Why do you want your shoes on?" I ask her.
"Dirty." She says, making her 'ew-that's-gross" face, which is her making wide eyes, and pursing her lips.
"So you don't get your feet dirty?" I question her.
"Yeah." She responds, monotone.
I giggle at her, before sitting her on the counter, and putting her shoes on her little feet.
"Thanks!" She exclaims.
Before she goes out, she opens the pantry, pulling out a paper towel.
"Wash!" She says, raising her hands.
I roll my eyes, and help her up on the counter to wash her hands.
Spencer looks at me with an amused expression, and I sigh.
"She's going through a phase. Everything had to be clean and perfect." I tell her.
"Or she has OCD like her aunt Spencer. Thanks, Spence." Ali says.
"I was telling Keira to be clean. It's not my fault if your kid listened too." Spencer says in defense.
"Meanwhile, your other two kids are human tornadoes." Aria says, laughing.
"Whatever." I mumble, before going into the living room. I sit down with my husband, as I watch my three kids play with their "cousins" as we call them.
"They make me happy." I add, before turning on Grey's Anatomy.
They make me happy. This is my life. This is my happiness. I wouldn't change it for the world.
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Hey!
I don't know what to write.
The rest of the story might just be fluff.
But be prepared for the "fluff" 😏
I'll try to update soon!
Sorry this is so short!
I wrote another story.
Now I have 3.
"The Queen Bees"
And
"Fragile Like Glass"
And this one!