KIDS
OCxYamamoto
I growled out of frustration, my hands were yet again tangled with the rolls of ribbons scattered in the floor. What is even worse was that the kids were bothering me with their countless games. My fury was yet again bottled by my patience. I hear a pair of footsteps walk towards me. I, recognizing the man whom I wed, yelled out of frustration.
"Takeshi!"
As a reply he glanced at me.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm wrapping the gifts! Could you at least help settle the kids down? Let them play somewhere else?" I yelled.
"Those anger management classes aren't that help to you mommy!" My dear child spoke.
"Yah! Mommy should buy us more toys instead of paying for those thingies!" Oh dear why'd they have to be twins?
As if to piss me off I hear the soft laughter of my husband. I bit my lip, I was sure a vein was popping out my forehead.
"Please." I said.
"Okay." Takeshi replied.
I felt a pair of lips meet mine as I hear the kids whine.
"EW! Mommy and Daddy are making kissy thingies again!" I hear the kids yell out of frustration, their footsteps incredibly loud of their weight from the food their grandfather had fed them before.
I melt into the kiss feeling my anger go down. My hands were kind of tangled in his hair as the kiss deepened.
But alas there is something we had to call 'oxygen' that we humans desperately need. I looked into my husband's face for a while before he took off.
"Need to watch over the kids. Love you." He said.
I sighed then snapped back to reality. He had left me tangled up in the demonic rolls of ribbons and the pile of gifts and toys for my dear friends who had children. My anger boiled.
I'll freaking make him feel what I did when I gave birth to those two kids.
"TAKESHI!"