~Violet's POV~

The first thing I did when I woke up was rolling over to check the time. It was a Monday morning, and it had surely been a pretty rough weekend. The kids were fighting non-stop, and whatever me or Duncan did, they wouldn't stop. I had probably gotten like three hours of sleep that night, and so I felt like just falling back asleep. Then I saw the clock showing 7:30 am.

Shit, I was late! I couldn't believe I had slept through my alarm! Why hadn't Duncan woken me up?

I rushed out of bed, and pulled out the first things I found in my closet; a white blouse and a purple skirt. The skirt I put on immediately, and while I ran out of the master bedroom I tangled myself into the blouse and started fastening the buttons on the blouse.

"So now you're awake."

I looked up to see Duncan smiling at me. He was sitting by the kitchen counter, drinking his usual morning orange juice. Apparently, fresh squeezed orange juice first thing in the morning had been a tradition for him since he was a kid, and now he was trying to force it into our kids. Carrie and Quintus were totally onboard, but Paisley seemed to hate that juice more than anything.

"Why didn't you wake me up? You know I have to be at the inventing lab by 8."

"You just looked so peaceful for the first time in hours, and I didn't want to ruin that for you," Duncan got up, and walked over to me. "Yesterday was just stressful."

I nodded, and he gave me a quick kiss.

"Ew. You should stop that," a sudden voice said.

I sighed, and turned my head towards the stairs, where my son was running down.

"Quintus...," I tilted my head towards him, and his hands immediately flew up in the air.

He wasn't usually like that. Most of the time he was a tiny gentleman, even though he was just eleven. He was proper, kind and smart, just like most in the Baudelaire-Quagmire family. But whenever something just slightly bad happened, he could turn into a literal nightmare.

"Where are Carrie and Paisley?" Duncan asked.

Without uttering a single noise, Quintus shrugged and started pouring orange juice into a glass. I walked over to the counter and laid my elbows on it.

"Quintus. Where are your sisters?"

He sighed loudly, just to mock me and Duncan.

"I don't know. Probably shutting themselves off in their rooms or something."

"Good morning mother. Good morning father."

Carrie is our most well-behaved one; even when there's extreme drama.

"I won't shut myself off, Quintus. I'm not like you."

Well, except towards Quintus and Paisley at times.

Quintus rolled his eyes.

"And Paisley is getting dressed," Carrie informed us, smiling.

Just like Quintus, she poured herself a glass of orange juice.

"Have you two made up yet?" Duncan asked, hopeful.

Carrie shook her head, and sipped the juice.

"Paisley threw my block of story notes into the pool. And he had her back on it."

"She only did that because you ripped her sketch into pieces," Quintus commented.

"Like you're innocent. You were laughing the whole time."

Quintus rolled his eyes.

"Could you just eat breakfast and try to make up instead of making it worse?" I suggested, but they just looked daggers at each other.

"You know what would force you to apologize and get closer to each other?" Duncan interrupted.

Carrie and Quintus shook their heads.

"Being forced to live in a tin shack or broom closet, and then being kidnapped and stuffed inside a herring statue and a fountain."

I couldn't avoid giggling at his statement.

"That forced me and Isadora closer together. And Quigley-"

"Quigley you got closer to because you thought he died, then you were so happy when he it turned out he didn't," Quintus cut of Duncan, finishing his statement in a tone that revealed he couldn't care less. "But guess what; we're not kidnapped, we live in a mansion, and there is no evil Count after us"

Duncan and I looked at each other and sighed.

"Well... I gotta get to work now. I'll already be late, no meaning in making it worse."

I kissed Duncan goodbye, and hurried to the door.

"Bye mom!"

"Bye Carrie!"

~Duncan's POV~

The second Violet slammed the door, our youngest triplet rushed down the stairs.

"Morning," she breathed without even looking at any of us.

"Morning Paisles," I replied to her, while her siblings remained quiet.

"I've told you not to call me that," she irritably growled from the living room.

"Why not, Paisles?" Quintus mocked.

Paisley answered by frowning at him. She then walked over and sat down on the living room couch to drink her beloved mango juice.

I sighed at the sight of them. Usually they were the best of friends, just like I was with my siblings at their age. We still are best friends of course, just that the Baudelaire's and Fiona have been added to the group.

In many ways, Paisley was like me. We're both the youngest in the sets of triplets, we're the best at reading people, and we have a lot of confidence. Paisley is also amazing at reading almost anything. Particularly how things are built. Her biggest dream is to become a designer. Her entire room was covered in sketches of houses, dresses and anything she was interested in.

While I'm talking about interests, dreams and passions, I might as well tell you about the other two.

Carrie is a writing genius. But not in the same way as I am. She uses her imagination to come up with incredible stories. Drama, tragedy, comedy, she's even attacked romance a few times. It's no surprise she wants to become an author. Most of her time is spent up in her room, writing down everything in her incredibly gifted mind.

Quintus and Carrie often work together. They've written many books together. Carrie writes the story, Quintus draws the pictures. He's a legend at drawing and painting. There's nothing he can't draw, and everything he draws is wonderful.

Carrie and Quintus kind of remind me of me and Isadora at a young age. Paisley is Quigley. Me and Izzie were always together, doing stuff with each other, while Quigley was off on his own. Neither Quigley nor Paisley mind this though.

None of them like nicknames, but all of them have nicknames that me and Violet use regularly. Carrie is Care, Quintus is Quints or Quin (he especially hates Quin, since his cousin's name is Quinn), and Paisley is of course Paisles and Pais. Much like Isadora likes Izzie, Paisley is okay with Pais.

In many ways, my son and daughters remind me of me and my siblings. It's adorable and I love it. I love them.

"Uuuugh! This school trip is gonna be horrible," Quintus buried his head in his arms.

Though maybe I don't love everything they say and do.

"Why? Are you gonna pee yourself like at summer camp?" Paisley had come back to the kitchen, and was now sitting at the counter with her siblings.

"No!" Quintus shouted at her. "Are you gonna throw up like you did on the family vacation?"

I sighed at the scene, and just buried my face in my hands.

"Of course not. Is Carrie gonna lose her bikini like she did on the trip?" Paisley stared at Carrie.

"Don't bring me into this!"

Oh gosh, this was the complete opposite of what they were supposed to be doing. They were supposed to be making up, and instead they were making it worse. Unfortunately for me, Violet was the one out of us who was the best at disciplining the triplets. But I couldn't just let this get worse.

"Okay, okay, okay," I suddenly burst out. "You can't continue like this."

All at the same time, the kids sat back and crossed their arms.

"Now when I was your age...," I started, before I realized how cheesy and stereotypical it was. "When me, Isadora and Quigley were kids, we were just like you. We fought, had arguments, and... you know, that stuff. And our mom always made us do this thing she called a triplet hug. After that, we always managed to make up."

During my short story, the kids slowly rose up again, and their faces turned from annoyance to wondering.

"I wanna see you do it," I plainly said.

Without hesitation, they all got off their chairs, and hugged each other. I'm not gonna say I cried when I watched them, but... I did. I just felt so proud watching them make up, and become the best friends I knew they were.

But that's what family's about.


Yaaaaay, my first story told in one of the characters point of view. It was really fun to write, although it may not be the best.

Nothing too dramatic either. Just a little sweet insight to a rough day in the Quagmire household. Hope you liked it!

Reviews please :)