-> Andy is an animal talent fairy and he loves every creature that he interacts with on his journeys. He does everything he can to help the animals that need it and he enjoys making a new animal friend! (Sometimes he prefers the animals he interacts with instead of other fairies.) Being an animal talent fairy, he's able to communicate with all animals and in their native language. Andy is also a natural at being able to track and guide both animals and fellow fairies. You can often find him amongst his animal friends, sharing stories with them and making sure their environment is taken care of as well.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit language, Explicit sexual language, angst, Oral f receiving, cheating, mentions of vasectomy, mentions of pregnancy, mushy sex really, slight choking, crying during sex.
A/N: Whatttt a second fic back to back?! Blasphemy! But I’m definitely gonna ride this wave. Been in a funk and this idea came to me. I hope you all love it as much as I loved writing it! Like, comment, & reblog ♥
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Stay…
He wants you to stay
Stay..
You want to stay in the cocoon that you both built, dreading the time that you both have to go back to being normal… It makes you both sick to even think about it. The way his head is nestled between the soft pillows of your chest, your fingers running through his brownish-red locks. Both tired from showing each other declarations of love.
Or some weird type of love that only you both know about. It was hard… Hard to let this man leave your arms and fall back into the rightful ones that he vowed to. Something he’s been regretting ever since he fell in between your soft thighs months ago. She isn’t like you and never will be. You are the sun, the moon, and the stars. His Mecca. In this space he is yours and you are his.
No matter if you vowed your loyalty to another just like he did. Those vows were strong on your end and weak on the man you were supposed to be with right now. Except he wanted anything with legs and you were left to the ashes until he was ready to pretty you up and show you off as a trophy in front of all his friends.
That’s how he saw you, beautiful for the masses but he knew under all that you were gorgeous without all of it. Your smile never met your eyes that entire night and he knew that look all too well. The same look he would have to give when he was with her, to keep up appearances would be what she would say. But he was tired, so tired. He no longer wanted to be a show puppet for anyone.
Little did he know, you were just as tired as he was. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you the entire night. Of course not wanting to be obvious while she was there. But you caught him, his face soft and you couldn’t help but stare back. Feeling the electricity all the way from where you both were standing. His crystal blues left a lasting mark on your mind the entire night and all the way home…
The minute you two started this thing, it was just a distraction for you both. Nothing more and nothing less. You both knew the other was married and that nothing could come from it. Both trying to keep up a broken image to the public. But meaningless nights turn into something more and it was hard to lie that you two weren’t in love with each other. His late nights at the office were just a cover-up to be deep between your legs until you were dead tired.
It was easy to have him in your bed when your husband had long nights at the office too. You knowing better what that meant. At first, it felt like a stake in your heart with the many nights he was gone. But when you laid your sight on Andrew Stephen Barber, the stake in your heart got replaced with the warmth that was once only meant for his wife. Now that he got to taste every part of you, he did everything to make sure you felt him.
Andy should have cared about his wife. Should have cared how much being with another woman would hurt her. Yet, his feelings for her had dwindled every year, and when her obsession with being the perfect family came into play. To the outside world, she was the perfect wife who loved her perfect son and husband. But on the inside, she could have cared less about keeping him happy.
To Laurie, there was no way Andy would leave her. She had the notion that he cared about the image of himself as well. Yet every night, she doesn’t even notice that his late nights at the office last all the way until three in the morning or even later. Just as long as she woke up to him in the morning, nothing else mattered.
The fact that you were already married, took the target off of your back if Laurie ever suspected that Andy was cheating on her. You, like her, kept up the image, much to your dismay. It was your meal ticket, even though you had degrees upon degrees that you could put to good use. It didn’t matter to your husband. He wanted a doting trophy wife who did any and everything he said.
And children? Forget about it. He made sure that he never made the mistake of procreating when he got a vasectomy at the age of twenty-one. A secret that he kept from you for years and to this day, he makes you think that the reason you don’t have children is that you’re broken. That’s how he keeps you under his wing, telling you that no one would want someone as broken as you.
You believed it. Every. Single. Word. Never leaving him because, in your mind, his words were law and the truth. But when Andy spoke to you, he spoke life, love, and affirmations as no other man did. He gave you hope that everything about you was beautiful and if your husband ever paid an ounce of attention to you, he would have seen the glow that only Andy could give you.
Yet he had too many women that were fine with being something to waste his time on while he thought you were at home being the faithful wife that he berated into submission. What a sight it would be to know that you had changed in over a few months. But now you were keeping up two images. One for the public and the other for home.
This thing with Andy was something that you didn’t want to end. He didn’t either and that was why you both played a part at home, it dissolving the moment you were back tangled with each other with only a thin sheet to cover you both. That was all you both needed and your wants were becoming more than just flings. Words like “love” were thrown around, both knowing how deep you were in.
But how could this even work? That was your current thought as you laid on his chest, looking out at the shining moon. It was a comfortable silence that you both were familiar with, but Andy took his time to know you and right now he knew you were in your head again.
With a shift of his body, he brought your chin up making you look up at him, “What is it, honey?”
“Ever get tired?”
“Tired of what?”
“This… Us”
“Never in a million years sweetheart,” his brow furrows a bit, “Are you? Cause I don’t know if I can let you go just yet,” that was the truth and he knew a lot about that.
As much as you both knew this was wrong, nights like this were something that you both looked forward to. Peace is what you both wanted. To just be and not care who was looking at you. That was the life and you two were secretly living it over and over again.
It pained Andy that he couldn’t take you out or even enjoy a quiet dinner with you. He wanted to dote on you, hand and foot. He wanted you on his arm and to dance the entire night away with you. The way your eyes glistened whenever you saw him, that’s what made his heart leap.
You were happy to see him, no matter how he looked. Unlike Laurie, her eyes were cold and her smile never met her eyes. Andy doesn’t even understand why she still wanted in this marriage. They both knew the love and spark were gone and he tried. Oh, how he tried to save his own marriage. The bill to the marriage counselor was proof of that. But Laurie just wanted the power of knowing that she was with the most popular ADA.
The night was winding down for the both of them and they would have to leave their peace to go back to hell. But did they have to? There had to be some way that they could finally and publicly be together and they knew they would have to break two homes. Something that Andy was willing to do to wake up to you every morning.
Here was a man that was afraid to lose you and would move the entire world. Yet, you were afraid that if he finally had you all to himself, that he would see the broken person you really were. You didn’t even want to put him through that, knowing he wanted more children and Laurie was nowhere near wanting to.
That part was something that you fear and you were ready to voice it. “I can’t give you what you want Andy, you know that..”
“That’s not all I want honey and if we go down this road there are other ways.”
“I’m broken”
Andy shifted you both so you were sitting up. Turning your face to him, his face filled with concern, “Baby you’re not broken. Everything about you is beautiful. You think I care about something like that?”
This was nothing new that he’s told you but it was still in the back of your head, “You’ll get tired of me, and then you’ll find someone else,” you muttered while dropping your gaze from him.
But that wasn’t gonna fly with him, with ease he picked your chin back up with the crook of his finger, “He told you that you were broken. Did you ever find out if that was true my love?” you shake your head at the question, “You took his word and while that may be admirable, he should have never said that to the woman he loves.”
You weren’t used to this, not until Andy came into your life and it was making you more vulnerable than you ever been. The tears were begging to leak from your eyes and he could see it.
“Andy…” you say with a trembling voice.
His peace needed him. No hesitation was needed as he cupped your face and dipped down to capture your lips with his. Bringing you closer to him with his large arms, deepening the kiss as you laced your hand in his hair, pulling him closer as you let him lead. Your back met the plush mattress, seeing his tall figure towering over you, his crystal blues piercing into yours.
Andy’s head drops to the crook of your neck, littering kisses against your exposed skin, nipping at your flesh as you arch softly into him, “Never be broken to me,” he whispers, “Let me show you, my love,” bringing his face up to look at your one last time before pulling the sheets down and lowering himself between your legs.
He places both legs on each side of his wide shoulders, looking up at your, “Eyes on me honey. Want you to see how much you complete me,” he says, lowering his head to kiss softly at your puffy wet folds, sending soft shocks to your core. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him if you tried. You watch his tongue slither out licking a solid stripe up your slit, sucking your clit in his mouth.
You let out a strained moan as the man below you sucks on your bundle of nerves gingerly, letting go to give a few kitten licks before sucking it back into his mouth.
Your hands find their way back in his hair as he takes you apart with his mouth, “Andy… baby…” you say breathlessly as you feel the unbearable coil turning tighter. His tongue adding on to his sucks, swirling over your pulsing clit over and over. Your back arching off the bed, keeping your eyes on him. Andy knowing what you need brings you back down with his arm on your lower tummy.
With one flick of his tongue over your swollen bud, you crash into him, Andy not letting you go as he doubles down on your clit bringing you to nothing but pure nirvana. You gush, soaking his face, him letting your bud go with a pop, drinking every drop of you. He growls licking up every drop of your essence. He will never get tired of looking at the way your face contorted the minute you gave him everything. The most beautiful piece of art and he wishes he could have it framed.
Your legs fall limp over his shoulders, hands falling from his hair as he pushes himself back up. He hooks your legs in the crook of his arms, leaning down to plant kisses up and down your neck bringing you back to his world. “I’ll do everything to piece you back together my love,” he whispers against your lips, pushing his way in, stretching in the most delicious way.
Shaky moans escaped your lips as Andy sank slowly into, making you feel every ridge and vein. He lowers his lips to yours licking into your mouth, withdrawing and snapping his hips, swallowing your gasps, repeating the same movement until your arms wrap around his neck.
Andy digs into your body passionately making you feel every part of him, slow dangerous strokes inside your wet channel.
“Andy, please,” you moan out to him
“Tell me what you need honey,” you whine making him catch your face with one hand, “Words baby. Say it..”
You loved how he always made you say what you wanted, even when he knew your body better than you. “Wanna feel you for days love,” you say while reaching up to crash your lips against his. He pulled from you making you whine from the loss, quickly flipping you over to lay flat on your stomach. Andy parted your legs with his knee, gliding his hand up to your neck to bring your face back to his.
Lining himself up, he thrusts inside your making you let out a strained scream as he adds pressure to your throat, snapping his hips against your plush cheeks.
The squelching of your wet heat and skin slapping filled the room, your moans bouncing off the walls as he showed your body just what you asked for, “See what you do to me, my love?” he grunts out feeling your body clench around him, “Gorgeous you complete me you know that?”
You slammed your hand against the headboard, gasping out with every word Andy speaks into you, “Andy… fuck baby,” the tears slip down your cheeks, him catching them with his thick digits, keeping his steady pace.
“Does he make you feel the way I do, hmm?”
“Only you baby! Always you,” you choke out, pressing your hand harder into the hard surface, feeling the same coil about to snap. Andy feels your fluttering walls pulling him in, wrapping his hand around your lower half to slide his fingers over your clit, drawing quick circles.
Andy feels himself nearing too feeling his milky sack draw up, panting into your thick curls, “Fall apart for me, let me see all of you,” hearing his words, your hand flies to his hair pulling his strands as you cry out his name over and over, soaking his cock and the sheets from under you.
Screams escaped your throat the minute your second orgasm crashes into the first one, Andy not letting go of swirling his fingers over your clit.
“Andy…. Andy… Andy” singing his name like your favorite song makes him lose it, slamming into one last time before spilling his seed into your quivering hole, sinking his teeth into your should. He comes with a shout, thrusts sloppily still painting your walls with his seed.
You are the first to fall into the comforts of the bed, Andy right behind you. He moves your hair to one side giving you slow soft kisses, trailing his lips down your spine and back up your body.
He tries to get up but you say, “Stay… please?”
And who was he to deny you?
You look over at the gynecologist as if she had grown two heads. She couldn’t have said what you think she just said. Looking at her in shock you wanted her to repeat herself, “I’m sorry it must be some mistake. I’m what?”
“The blood test came back and you are indeed pregnant,” she looks at you with a furrowed brow, “Is there something wrong? I can do an ultrasound for you just to make sure.”
Nodding you lay back, pulling your shirt up, and letting her squeeze the cold liquid on your belly. She spreads the jelly over your tummy with the transducer and in an instant, you hear the heartbeat that you knew only belonged to one person…
Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader
Summary: Andy wants to give you a nice holiday.
Word Count: Roughly 988
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving). It’s porn.
18+ Please!!!
This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own
This is after Christmas and really just an excuse for Andy, my lovelies. This is also my entry for our Happy Hoelidays Challenge. @stargazingfangirl18 @donutloverxo I used the dialogue:
“How much eggnog have you had?”
Enjoy and thank you to everyone who has participated!
Christmas didn't have the same spirit this year since you couldn't visit your family. It broke Andy's heart to not see the normal twinkle in your eyes. After everything with Laurie and Jacob, he never thought he'd enjoy the holidays again. You change his mind. And now it was time to return the favor.
He watched as you gazed out the window, the snow quietly covering the ground. It was almost cliché to think that you took his breath away, but that's what you did. You brought passion and love back into his life when he needed it most. You gave him hope.
"Hey, honey," he whispered, leaning down to kiss you. Your mouth opened to his easily, quickly shifting from tender to something hungrier. His hand brushed over your clothed chest, swallowing the small whine you let out. He needed to distract you from everything, so he took you by surprise and he dropped to his knees in front of you. He was pleased that you wore a skirt today, pushing it until you were nearly exposed. The only thing in the way were your red panties. Perfect for the holiday.
"Andy?" you asked.
"Enjoying the view?" he asked in return as your gaze drifted down. There was a glimmer back in your eyes, but it wasn't enough. And what kind of man would he be if he let the light die?
"How much eggnog have you had?" you teased, gasping when he ripped the fabric away and pushed your legs apart.
"Eggnog? I think I want something sweeter. And I'm not stopping until I've had my fill," he told you, smirking as he felt your legs tremble. He pressed a kiss to your cunt, moaning when he felt that you were already wet. He ached to be inside you, but he had to take care of you first. "Don't be afraid to pull my hair or say my name, honey. Let me know how good I make you feel."
The moan you let out as he went to work would be the first of many. You were right where you belonged, completely at his mercy. He never understood people who didn't worship their partners the way they deserved. He enjoyed licking your soft folds until you soaked his beard. And he would stay between your legs until you felt boneless.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he moaned, stopping for a split second to lick his lips. "I didn't know beauty had a taste until the first time you came on my tongue."
You keened, your fingers twisted in Andy's hair as he drove his tongue in and out of your tight opening. He slurped and lapped at your wet pussy like a starving man. The whine you let out as he spread your legs further made him twitch in his pants. He could get off just from your taste, but he wasn't going to let a drop of himself go to waste. Not when he had your sweet pussy to fill so deep.
He alternated between gentle and aggressive, just the way you liked it. He made sure to lavish your clit, arousal rushing through him again as he sucked on your sensitive nerves. He wanted to stoke the fire in you and propel you toward a powerful orgasm.
"Andy…" you managed to get out as your head fell back.
"Oh, honey. We're just getting started," he promised as he slid two fingers into you. "I know this isn't how you pictured the holidays this year, but I won't let you be sad. Not when I fuck you to the brink of sanity."
"Oh, God!" you cried as his digits curled, finding that hidden treasure only he was allowed to touch.
"Say my name," he growled, his fingers fucking you fast and hard. "Because God isn't the one ruining you. I am."
"Andy!" you shouted, your hips bucking as he kept you open and vulnerable. He held you as still as he could, which was a feat as you kept writhing. Making you come apart was the only thing that mattered. You were the only thing that mattered.
"I'm going to spread you out nice and open by our tree. Stretch this pretty hole around me. But not until you come first."
You whimpered as your fingers gripped his locks again, clenching around him as you began to reach your peak.
"Then I'll make you come on my cock. But only if you're good for me."
"Please, Andy! Make me come," you both begged and demanded. And who was he to deny you anything?
"Then come, honey," he replied, his digits curling once more as he flicked his tongue against your clit.
That was all you needed. You shuddered as you came and Andy could only stare in wonder as he watched it unfold. It was like stars exploding, but you continued to shine instead of fading out. Your soft, broken moan drifted to his ears as he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.
Through the mist in your eyes, he saw it...happiness. And it wasn't just post-orgasmic bliss. It was love. "Beautiful."
You smiled as you got your breathing under control. "Thank you," you swore, tugging him up for a kiss. “I love you.”
He touched your cheek when you parted, softly smiling as you went in for another. "I love you, too. And don't thank me yet. I still have to make this the perfect holiday for you," he told you. "Unless you want to thank me after each orgasm."
"Multiple orgasms? That can be our holiday tradition."
"Then I should get started," he said, his voice filled with resumed lust as he picked you up. He wrapped your legs around him, letting you feel his need for you. After all, he did promise to fuck you into oblivion. Christmas was a time of giving. And he would give you everything.
Steve walks in on Andy watching a video of Reader… and then she walks in on them both?
😏
Lmaooooo I'm still taking the ticket you menace!
Pairing: Andy Barber x Nanny!Reader x Manny!Steve Rogers
Words: 699
Warning: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, sexual content, masturbation (m), smidge of anal sex (m rec), voyeurism.
From Nanny's Heart Au
You knew you were playing with fire the minute you pressed ‘send’ on your phone. It was unlike you to send something of that nature and it was time you did a little bit of teasing of your own.
It was only right that you did since Andy and Steve decided to edge you last night for being a brat. The brat that they created.
So as you hit ‘send,’ you sat back and relished at your master plan, getting up and grabbing your keys to go scoop up your two spawns.
Before you could make it out the house, you heard the booming steps of Andy making his way out of his office. Your name came out of his mouth like a threat as you turn to look at him.
“Yes Andy?” you smirk, twirling the keys in your hand.
Andy quirked his eyebrow up, crossing his arms over his chest, “Andy? I see you want part two of last night and I don’t mind giving it. Come here. Now.”
A giggle escapes your lips, your hand turning the know and holding the door open, “Nah, gotta go pick up the kids. You have fun with my gift kay?”
You don’t wait around long enough for Andy to call your name again, closing the door and going down the stairs. Before you can make it to the car though, you see Steve coming up to the house.
He gives you a knowing smirk, nodding his head towards you, “His sweetheart. Been a good girl today?”
“Steve…”
A wide grin spreads across his face, “Still mad about last night huh? That’s what brats get baby,” he teases, making his way to the front door.
You give him no more conversation as you get in the car, backing up, and heading off to the school.
—
“Fucking brat,” Andy grunts, with one hand holding his phone and the other wrapped around his leaking cock. He watched as your dipped your fingers in your pussy, stretching yourself out as you moaned out his name.
He practically drooled seeing you like that, almost cursing himself for punishing you last night.
You sounded so pretty coming from his phone, his hand fisting his cock faster as he matched the pace of your fingers.
Andy didn’t even hear the click of his own door being opened. Only low breath being blown as Steve watches Andy watching you, “Shit…”
The bulge forms against the front of his jeans, looking at the sight before him. Andy’s head snaps towards Steve, his hand still on his cock as your voice fills the room.
“Ever heard of knocking?”
Steve cocks his eyebrow up at Andy, “Never knew I had to? That our brat over there?”
Andy issues out another grunt, stroking his cock slowly, “Yeah… fucking tease”
Steve wets his lips, stepping closer to Andy, “I say she won this round…”
—
The kids made it in the house before you did, running upstairs to get changed. Suspicion got the best of you when Andy didn’t automatically come out to greet them.
He couldn’t be that mad…. Could he?
You make your way up the stairs to your shared room, not hearing a peep until you get closer.
Muffled voices could be heard from outside the door and there wasn’t any doubt in your mind about just what was going on.
With a quickness, you open the door to see Andy splitting Steve open, his thick hand wrapped around his throat as he snaps his hips against Steve’s.
You close the door quickly, looking at the sight before you.
Both men were lost in their own world as you looked on, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.
You clear your throat once… twice… a third time before they snapped their heads up at you.
Andy issues another hard thrust into Steve, causing him to cry out, “Welcome home brat,” he grunts, “Wanna join us?”
Oh, you wanted to… So bad.
But since they wanted to not make you cum last night, it was time to play their game against them. Without even saying a word, you stare at both men, before walking out and going back downstairs.
Warning: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of violence, minor death of a character, explicit language, allusion to smut.
Words: 499
A/N: Alrightttt this a short lil thing. @syntheticavenger decided to do an impromptu challenge with the nerds. Hope you like it and everyone else!
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The stench of copper wafted stronger into your nostrils the closer you approached the dimly lit kitchen. You knew it was unlike Michael, your husband to leave you in bed alone for so long.
His absence roused you slowly from your sleep, feeling his side completely empty. The closer you get to the threshold, the stronger the smell was, knocking you almost to your knees.
The light flickers on to your dismay and there was Michael, slumped, head lolled to the back and crimson leaking from the wide gash in his throat. You sneered at the sight, bringing your hand to your nose to block the smell.
You knew one day he would meet his demise and you would be lying to say that you were hurt by it. Wasn’t like your marriage was conventional at the least. Forced to marry this piece of shit when your dad signed a deal with the devil and here he laid…
Bound… like you used to be.
Hell, at least you’d be set for life. He was a piece of shit but, a rich piece of shit. Whoever gave you the pleasure of freedom, you could have thanked them over and over.
“Told you I’d come for you dollface,” the deep timber came from behind you.
Your blood ran cold and your body felt like lead at that voice…
The voice you thought you would never hear again. Your father made damned sure of that.
But how could he be here when… Of course, that man lies like no other. He would have definitely lied about getting rid of the one man that set your whole body on fire.
Thick arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your back against a broad just and a hard cock. Your head instantly fell back to where it belonged, hand coasting up the back of his neck and lightly scraping his scalp.
His head dipped down, lips littering kisses at the apex of your neck, shuddering at the sensation as that familiar low growl filled your ears.
“Andy,” you let out breathlessly, feeling his grip tighten around you. If it was one man that would tell you the truth, it was him.
He let out a small hum, nipping at the shell of your ear as you let out an audible gasp, “I’m here baby,” he whispers running his hand up your sheer camisole, cupping your breast and running his thumb over your pert nipple.
You get lost in his touch, letting all the memories flow back into you from the love you two shared. It must have been hell for him as much as you. The desire bloomed in your core, breath hitching from your throat being constricted.
“Missed me?” He asks, you feeling the smirk against your neck.
You still…
Eyes fluttering open, looking at the mess. You push from him, turning around to see his unchanged face, pupils blown wide.
“Fuck yes,” you growl, pressing his chest, making his back hit the wall.
Let’s say Sophie is around 8/9! For a school project, she has to present a family tree!
Of course she introduces the reader as her mom and her other siblings from the reader and Andy!
A kid (boy or girl, don’t care) makes a ignorant statement that the reader can’t be her mom because shes black! Well you know Sophie’s not going to take that so she smooth cusses this boy out (she does get reprimanded)
BUT not only that to make sure he never speaks on the reader again Sophie decides to go to fight him! Like you not gone disrespect my momma in front of my and not think I’m not going to beat yo ass
So Sophie gets in trouble for fighting! Andy and Jake find this downright hilarious! To the point where Andy signed her up for boxing 😂
The reader is just well in shocked/upset Sophie resorted to violence 😂
(Bonus: you can add Andy cussing out the kids parents for being ignorant as well/almost fighting the father of the kid)
Soooo I aged them up to like 13/14 but here goes lol
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Nanny’s Heart Au Masterlist
There she was, front and center in front of her classmates, showing off a large display of the family that she grew to love and be protective over. Sophie stood proud, naming off every person that became to be her family over the past years.
“And this here is my little sister Mazi, short for Mazikeen, she’s a spawn but I love her,” she says showing off your daughter that you had with Andy. The absolute apple of your eye. It was true though, she had a fire to her that you don’t know where it came from.
“Right here is my brother James, my mommy shares him with my pops, Steve,” her beaming proudly at the chubby-cheeked baby.
She shoots off pictures of her and Jake as kids and then points to the top of the tree where Andy, Steve, and are, “Here are my parents, and yes I have three,” her eyes scanning the room for anyone that had a problem.
And as she looked out she could only see one hand being raised by the girl she absolutely loathed, “Lila… A question?”
This girl always would say snarky remarks behind Sophie’s back, not phasing her because Sophie was always an upfront kind of girl. With a slow smirk, Lila starts to speak, “There’s no way she’s your mom. How can she be when she’s black?”
The many murmurs could be heard around the class, Sophie putting her hands to her hips, “Well if you must know, my real mommy isn’t around and my mommy that you see here has been here since I was a baby!” the heat creeping up to her cheeks making them a faint pink, “And who the hell are to talk about the color of my mommy?!”
“Sophie!” calls out the teacher, Mrs. Danvers, behind her.
Sophie holds her hand up, “I’m not finished. It’s none of your damn business about my mommy cause she’s ten times better than your powder-nosed mom!”
Lila gasp, a faint tremble coming to her lips.
Mrs. Danvers stands up abruptly, “That’s enough Sophia Barber!”
Sophie turns her head, looking at the teacher behind her back, “So she gets to talk about my mom but I can’t talk about her frosty the snowman looking mom? That’s fine let me make sure she keeps her mouth shut next time.”
The movements of Sophie were a blur as she ran towards Lila, jumping over the desk and grabbing a fistful of her and backhanding her not once, twice, but three times. The class erupted with a mixture of noises as Lila’s screams to get Sophie off her blended into the crowd.
The door to the classroom swung open as the teacher next door, Mr. Wilson, saw the commotion, running over to scoop Sophie up quickly.
He struggles to keep his grip on her as she struggles in his grip, “Calm down Sophie!” he yells as Mrs. Danvers rushes over to Lila to make sure she’s okay.
She checks the little girl's face, full-on red, and scratches over her face, “Mr. Wilson can you take little miss Barber to the office please!” she turns to Lila, “Come on hun let’s get you cleaned up,” she says to the little girl grabbing her and taking her to the small bathroom.
Just as the bell rang, the kids filed out as Morgan ran out of the room bumping into Jake and TJ, “Sophie just got sent to the office! Oh man Jake you shoulda seen it!”
Jake stops and looks at Morgan, “How?! What did she do?” Before Morgan could answer, another boy, Lance comes up behind, “Your sister attacked Lila for saying your milf of a mom wasn’t her mom,” he smirks.
Jake craned his head over to Lance, squinting his eyes as if he didn’t just hear what he think he just heard, “What’d you say about my mom?” his voice lower than usual
Lance looks at Jake in a confused way, “ I said Lila said something about your mil-” Jake's fist connected to the boy's mouth before he could even finish, tackling him to the ground.
A crowd surrounds the boys and Jake lands blows to Lance’s face as he tries to block the blows. The chants of “fight, fight, fight” are heard and the security guard grabs Jake up and rushes him to the same place as his sister.
TJ and Morgan watch as Jake is taken, pulling their phones out.
The first to answer is Steve and he didn’t even let TJ finish before cutting him off, “I’m on my way!”
He calls Andy, alerting him of what happened and everyone is at the school in under 5 minutes.
Steve arrived first, waiting out of his car and looking over when Andy swerves into the spot beside Steve. They both help you take out their kids, Steve picking up Maze in his arms and you securing James in his stroller.
You all are met by Sam, Mr. Wilson at school. He and Steve became friends some years back so he was aware of the relationship between you three. He gave Andy a look, nodding, “Just… go in there it’s not good,” he informs. He takes both of the younger babies, keeping them occupied.
The secretary at the front already knew who everyone was just by Andy alone and escorted everyone to the office. What you didn’t know was both Sophie and Jake were sitting in the principal’s office.
Sophie and Jake both looked at you, Steve, and Andy unable to read your faces. The principal looked up at all three of you, pressing his lips into a thin line, “Good evening parents. It’s a shame that we had to call you down here. But it seems like these two can’t keep their hands off of people.”
You pipe up first, folding your arms across yourself, looking at both children and then at the principal, “The real question is what did the other people do to them?”
“Mrs. Barber-Rogers, it doesn’t matter what they did..”
“I think that’s a fair question Principal Quill. Matter fact I’ll let my children speak,” Andy’s lawyer voice in full effect.
Neither child could speak before the door was opened again with 2 more sets of parents coming in the door, accompanied by Lance and Lila.
The Mother of Lila gave you one look and sneered, “Of course it was your children. I always said that one,” pointing at Sophie, “Looked like trouble,” she barks out.
“Oh great, the snow woman is here,” Sophie mutters.
Lila’s mother's face turned red, “What did you say?!” she screams rushing towards her, getting blocked by you.
“Take another step and you and your daughter will have matching faces,” you say slowly, giving her a look that made her back down. Steve wrapped his hand around your arm pulling you back softly.
Principal Quill sat in shock before motioning everyone to have a seat. “I think Mr. Barber makes a great point. Let’s get Sophie and Jake’s story.”
Sophie starts off first, “Well, Lila talked about my mom and said because she black that she’s not my mom. I just made sure she knew how to mind her business,” she shrugs ending her story.
Then Jake started, “Lance called my mom a milf. I even gave him a second chance to correct himself. He didn’t. Now he has a black eye as an accessory like that fake gold medal around his neck,” he said bluntly and slid back against his seat.
You look at both kids in shock, but also a warmth spread in your chest for how they tried to protect you. Andy looking so stoic was beaming on the inside. These were definitely his kids.
Lance’s dad spoke up, “So? Not my son’s fault their mother is a whor-”
Steve pulled you behind him, getting into the man’s face, “Andy might not be able to knock you out but I will. Finish that sentence…”
Lance’s dad gave one look at Steve and turned back around taking a hard swallow.
Principal Quill slammed his fist to the table, “That is enough!” lowering his tone when Steve looked over at him, “Um… right. So Sophie and Jake will both be suspended for 3 days. Detention for 5 days when they get back.
Neither Sophie nor Jake seemed phased by their sentence. But Lila’s and Lance’s parents spoke up.
Lila’s mother stared at the principal, “That’s a lenient punishment don’t you think?! Look at what she did to my daughter’s face!”
“Could have been worse if Mr. Wilson didn’t butt in,” murmurs Sophie.
Lila’s father barked, “You think it’s okay to hit people? I swear if you were my child-”
“She isn’t. She’s mine and I dare you to step over here. I can get a new job. You can’t get a new life,” Andy glares over to the angry father, “Now it looks like a case of your child not minding her business. Teach her that when you go home. I’ll deal with mine when we get home.”
Steve looks over to Principal Quill, “Is that all? If so, we’re taking them home.”
“Y-yes, that will be all,” he stammers.
With that, you let the parents of Lila and Lance leave first and everyone else after.
Sophie and Jake got in Steve’s car while James and Maze got back in the car seats.
The ride home was silent in both cars Jake and Sophie were still unphased. Once everyone was home, the two troublemakers were escorted into the house and were told to sit in the living room.
You put Maze and James in their playpen as Andy, peeled his suit jacket off. You both stood in front of Jake and Sophie staring at them. The silence was loud and cut in half with a snicker from Andy.
His laugh was joined by Steve as they doubled over in laughter. You look at both of them in disbelief, “Are you two serious?! Our kids just got in a fight!”
Andy tried to talk through his laughter as Sophie and Jake looked at him in confusion, “You think I give a damn about that? They fought in our honor. That’s enough reason for me,”
Sophie sits up from the sofa looking at her dad, “You mean… You’re not mad at us?”
“Far from it princess. But I am signing you two up for boxing classes next week!” Andy guffawed, the tears spring to the corners of his eyes, “My precious kids have hands and I couldn’t be more proud.”
All you could do was shake your head at both men, falling over and laughing.
Steve gave you a look, trying to keep his composure, “Oh don’t be a party pooper babe. You should be proud,” he exclaims.
“I’m not! It’s just… my babies. I don’t want them having to fight.”
Sophie looked up at you, her pretty eyes glistening as she spoke up, “You were about to fight that lady over me mom. So, you can’t really say that.”
You look down at her, “Yeah well snorty had it coming,” and that just set off Steve and Andy off again, Jake joining them
Sophie sprang up with her hands in the air, “And that’s where I get my attitude from!”
These kids… definitely were going to be the death of you...
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