aaron and some dancing and some house chores
jack groans as he sees the list on the fridge. sees the little tally marks next to his name.
“take out the trash day?” he mumbles, and you offer a smile, ruffling his hair.
it’s a whole family affair, chore day. you have a list for all of them, little things to do around the house. jack’s are focused on his room and the trash, while you and aaron split the real home work.
but, there’s a little bit of planning to it all — because while jack turns on his own music on his earbuds, it means you have control up in the kitchen. and when aaron comes in from mowing the lawn, a little bit (incredibly) sweaty with grass on his legs, you’re dancing to something on the speakers while you sweep.
“don’t you,” you suddenly hear in your ear, aaron’s low sing. it makes you jump a little, but then you’re laughing as he insists on hugging you, making your nose wrinkle, “forget about me.”
“don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t!” you chant, and he laughs before kissing you.
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on a long drive! send me a ship or a character and a prompt and i’ll write a drabble.
