Title:Instructions
Prompt: bunk beds
Word Count: 317. Kay, I've lost the ability to stay within the limit.
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy created them. I just like playing with the moulds.
"Brooke, for the last time, I know what I'm doing."
"Will you at least open the instruction manual?" Brown eyes twinkle and roll in playful exasperation.
"Princess please, if you think you can do any better I'll gladly step out of your way." Blonde hair bobs as Brooke drops her head to not-so-covertly admire her unbitten and unbroken nails.
"I didn't say that." A low chuckle leaves Sam's throat, but is cut short as she sees something out of the corner of her eye. Two ear-shattering squeals made Brooke jump and Sam's smile stretch from ear to ear.
"I thought we told you to wait downstairs." She finds them crouched just around the corner of the door, wide hazel eyes stare up at her, the owners wearing identical 'caught red handed' expressions. "Well, since the surprise is ruined anyway…" She sighed, giving them a stern look before being unable to hold her smile back any longer. "How about you come in and stop Mommy from bugging me?" Giggling wildly, the sandy-haired boy and his raven-haired sister push their way into the room and latch onto Brooke's leg. Always shyly inquisitive, the boy reaches out to run his fingers along the metal structure before them.
"Joey, careful honey."
"Mama, what it is?" Dark hair frames a face so similar to Brooke's it startles Sam every time she looks into it. Hazel eyes blinking at her, Sam kneels down and picks up the untouched instruction manual.
"They're bunk beds, Izzy." She holds the manual out for them all to see the picture on the front. Three sets of identical noses crinkle, as eyes dance from the picture to Sam's pile of metal.
"Mommy?" Joseph asks, tugging at Brooke's pant leg. "Why doesn't it look like the picture?" Brooke laughs, hugging the boy close as Sam purses her lips.
"Fine, fine. I'll look at the instructions."