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Punk Harry Part 18
Part 17
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Key:
Y/F/S/N= Your First Sons Name
Y/S/S/N= Your Second Sons Name
Y/D/N= Your Daughters Name
Future:
“Can I get a slushie?” Y/F/S/N asked you, pulling on the end of your cardigan as if him talking wasn’t enough to to get your attention.
“I don’t know Y/F/S/N, ask your Father.” You sighed as you continued to look through the low end mascara’s that this Target sold. You felt him scurry off and you sighed as you look to your baby, who was sitting quietly in her carseat that was set on top of the basket. You smiled at her and moved the cart back and forth to simulate a rocking pattern.
Y/D/N was like an angel. After having two rowdy boys she was a blessing in disguise. Of course that didn’t stop her from already being a pain in her brothers butts. Y/F/S/N and Y/S/S/N could not stand Y/D/N seeing as everytime they got close to her she either started screaming or yanked on their hair like her life depended on it.
Your moment of silence ended when you heard a loud wail coming from where Y/F/S/N just ran off to. You quickly turned to see him on the floor, gripping tightly to Harry’s pant leg, his body spread all over.
“But Daaaadddd! I want one!!!” He whined, a loud sob following.
“I said no, now get off the floor.” Harry scolded, only being able to lean down slightly to pick up Y/F/S/N as he was still holding Y/S/S/N in his arms.
Sometimes you were grateful that you had all your children so close in age, they would never go without friends or someone to play with, they would be close in school grades so you didn’t have to pretend to remember anything you learned, and you had loads of hand-me-downs. Y/F/S/N had just turned four and was very proud of that. He absolutely loved being able to show up almost all of his fingers when showing someone how old he was. Y/S/S/N was two and half and was just entering his terrible two’s. So you knew in a matter of minutes he was going to imitate his brother and throw some kind of fit.
It was then that you remembered about your Angel, who was still, sitting quietly in her carseat.
Bless her.
You rolled your eyes before grabbing a random mascara and pushing the cart over to your boys.
“Y/F/S/N, do you want to go home?” You asked, yanking him off the floor by his arm, gently of course you weren’t a monster.
He looked up at you, using his sleeve to wipe away his tears before he shook his head. Your heart actually almost melted when he looked at you with those big brown eyes that were stained with his tears. But you held your ground, this was parenting, you were going to do this right.
“No, but I want a slushie Mommy!” He whined a little.
“Well, you’re sure as heck not getting one with this attitude. Got that?” You asked and he nodded. “Now, dust of your clothes, apologize to your father, give me a big hug, and if you can manage to be a good boy for the rest of this shopping trip, we can get some ice cream on the way home.” You said and he looked up at you with big eyes, a smile stretching all the way across his face. He jumped up and down before leaping into you, wrapping his arms around your upper legs. You smiled as you bent down to reciprocate the hug.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so so so so much Mommy!” He said before turned and hugging Harry as well. You looked over at Harry who was trying to balance a squirming Y/S/S/N in his arms. After Y/F/S/N let go of him he set Y/S/S/N down.
“Hey! Y/F/S/N, hold you brothers hand while we go ok.” Harry said and Y/F/S/N nodded, grabbing his brothers hand and coming to hold onto Harry’s right hand as well. Harry then came up behind you, his left hand finding its place on your back as you continued to steer the cart that still held your daughter.
“You know in a bit Y/S/S/N is going to throw a fit too right?” Harry whispered and you let out a small laugh but nodded along anyway.
“Oh yeah, one hundred percent. Monkey see, Monkey do.” You said and he smiled.
The five of you continued to walk down the hall before you saw an aisle you unfortunetly had to grab something in.
You looked over at Harry with guilty eyes as you turned the cart into the aisle.
“Are you fucking serious?” He whispered into your ear as you plucked the pregnancy test from the shelf.
“Missed it last week.” You sighed and he groaned.
“Another baby? But we just had the last one. Like literally ten months ago!” He exclaimed and you shrugged.
“Not my fault we procreate like our lives depend on it.” You joked and he smiled before shaking his head.
“That would mean four fucking kids, that’s insane.” He said and you smiled.
“You weren’t saying that five years ago.” You said, referring to how he spun you around upon hearing the news of your first pregnancy.
“That was one, one child. Also our first, totally different. I can handle one, I can handle two, three is pushing it, but four, for fucks sake.” He said and you laughed.
“Alright Mister, let’s get this over with.” You said before pushing the cart onward.
Continuously throughout your trip you would turn around to check that your boys were still following you, which indeed they always were.
You think you may have scarred them once before. One time when you were fairly worried about some business meeting and you had turned your back for one second to pick out some new shoes and when you turned back, your three and one year old were gone. You ran around in panic for fifteen minutes and when you still couldn’t find them, you had to inform some workers around and then next thing you know the whole fucking Walmart is on lock down looking for your boys.
Keep in mind you were also like, seven months pregnant. So you were just running absolutely rampage looking for these idiots.
After another twenty minutes of looking in every nook and cranny, it turns out that they had hidden in one of those circle clothing racks and were just watching in joy as the whole fucking store panicked. Of course when they saw the look on your face they knew they were in for it and you yelled and screamed and cried for the whole way home. And then even after you got home with them you convinced Harry that it was totally normal to ground a three and one year old, which it probably isn’t but hey, you were seven months pregnant and scared.
So now, you have a slightly bad feeling that they know never to leave you sight or else shit goes down.
“You know, I used to work in a Target.” You said as you watched the boys look at the toys at the end of the aisle with Harry,
“Love, we’ve been married for five years, yes I know that.” He laughed and you smiled.
“Oh, well I did, and it sucked ass. All the higher-ups were douches and all I did for hours was put stuff away and pull things forward. I also worked in the cosmetic department which was not what I wanted it to be like. Not to mention that customers are stupid. One lady once didn’t remember what kind of foundation she was wearing. And legit argued with me for like twenty minutes because she was convinced I could identify what kind by looking at her face. She kept going no like I’m wearing it right now so which is it, like bitch I don’t fucking know oh my god.” You ranted, remembering all the times you had to show up at Target at 7:30 in the morning wearing red and khaki.
“I know love, you’ve told me this story at least three times.” He said lovingly, leaning forward to place a kiss down onto your cheek.
“EWWWWWW!” You heard from your boys and you looked to see them both covering their eyes.
“Alright, come on we need to go now!” You called and they came running forward.
You stopped by the clothing area to pick up some more shirts and pants for Y/F/S/N and you bought some shoes for Y/S/S/N, and you also got another onesie for you daughter seeing as all three of your youngins were growing faster than you could have ever imagined.
The car ride to the ice cream shop was filled with the noise of two different movies going on at the same time. The boys were separated by Y/D/N’s carseat which meant that they both had to be entertained by different things, which just so happened to be animated movies this time.
The ice cream was rather easy to get, instead of all five going in at once you had created a system where Harry and whoever was the best boy of the day goes in with a list of what everyone wants and comes back with it after.
So in the car sat you, you daughter, and Y/F/S/N as Harry and Y/S/S/N went in to get the ice cream.
You looked back to notice that he was asleep and you baby girl was just staring wide eyed at the roof of the car.
You smiled, enjoying the small moment of silence.
You could remember a day when you had none of this. When you were just a heartbroken girl, trying to live her dream of being a makeup artist.
Then, little did you know that your life changed when that freak with the tattoos kissed you suddenly.
And you wouldn’t change it one single bit.
Word Count: 1742
This is the final installment of The Punk Harry Series :(
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