𝑷. 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚

“measured life decision” he says like he’s never colour-coded his own personality out of existence. God forbid anyone in my family does anything without a clipboard and emotional repression.

Imagine being 39, having a midlife crisis and instead of buying a motorbike you just have another child. Couldn't be me. Also, can everyone stop reminding me how that child was made thanks.

She’s asleep in her chair

Post-it’s fine. I know triplicate is reserved for things that actually intimidate you… like Mum.

Charlie snorts, shaking his head. “Right, because nothing says surprise like a colour-coded index and a Ministry-approved risk assessment. Let me guess, labels in triplicate?”

“Of course. I promise you. 100% no chaos. You know I always have everything planned out and perfect. Bring comfy clothes! That’s all I ask. Everything else is taken care of.” Amaryllis smiled happily to herself as she waiting for his response. Hoping he’d come.

“Oh. Of course that’s what I mean. No chaos over here. I promise.” Amaryllis’ smirked turned into a soft and sweet smile.

“𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝙽𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊.”

//sometimes I think about which son is a momma’s boy.