“Unca Tod, awe you sure mama Cawmen is gonna wike this?”
“Sure I’m sure, kid! She is just absolutely going to loooooove it!”

The little boy giggled as his uncle continued to twist and pull at his shaggy blond hair, his green eyes switching between their reflections and to the reflection of his aunts’. “Ya fink? Say, why isn’t Wosie in here too?”

“Because she wouldn’t let go of mama Carmen, that’s why.” Griff said with a grin as she approached the two, taking the bottle of styling gel from Tod as she bent to press a kiss to the little boy’s forehead. “Reese, dude, you are looking awesome!”

He giggled and blushed bashfully. “Fanks mama Jo.”

“Hey now, that would be thanks to yours truly!” Tod said in mock indignation, winking at his nephew in the mirror as Griff rolled her eyes and went to help Lotte. “That’s the last of the good stuff too, so go easy.”

Lotte snorted as she continued to tweak with Vi’s hair, Griff joining her. “Well damn Tod, Car’s really gonna kick your ass now. You’re using up all of her stuff.”

“Psssssh, and what would you be doing then? Taking inventory?”

“This was your idea, we’re just going along with it to make you feel better.”

Tod pouted slightly, sniffing disdainfully as he wiped his hands off on a towel. “Reese, go tickle your Aunt Lotte.”

As the little boy hurried to comply, a voice from the next room stopped him in his tracks, all bodies present trying to quench the rolling storm of giggles. “Are you lot almost finished in there? Lunch isn’t going to fix itself you know!”

“We’re almost done babe!”

“Well it’s about time. I swear those four are like a bunch of children someti….” She stopped midsentence, the little girl she’d been muttering away too squealing aloud in amusement and clapping her tiny hands. Carmen held a hand to her face and shook her head slowly, trying so very hard to stop an undignified snort of laughter leave her. “Oh good lord….”

With Tod as their leader, the four of them, plus tiny Reese, came swaggering out into the living room. They all had their hair spiked up into a mohawk of some flavor, Vi being the only exception. Hers was sticking out in all directions.

Reese giggled and scampered over to his mother, clambering up onto the couch to sprawl out beside her. “Do you wike it mama?!”

She grinned and wrapped an arm around him, Rosie reaching over to tug on her brother’s hair. “I love it buddy, you look super cool. Though I think your Auntie Vi looks like she found the only working light socket in the country and stuck her finger in it.”

“Psh if only. No, this is the result of walking in on your wife in nothing but her birthday suit.” She giggled madly as she dodged a flying pillow, Griff sticking her tongue out at her playfully.

“You guys look like you’re in an apocalyptic punk rock band or something.”

Lotte grinned and threw her hand up in the air. “The Rockin’ ‘hawks. Coming to a zombie infested place near you!”

“Mama, mama! Aunt Wotte said you’re gonna kick Unca Tod’s butt, becau-“

“WELL, how about we go and get lunch started?! Let’s go kiddo!” Tod cleared his throat hastily and gathered Reese in his arms slinging the squealing boy over his shoulder as he scurried out of the living room, Vi and Lotte following close behind.

Griff giggled quietly to herself as she scooted closer to Carmen, wrapping an arm around her as Rosie decided lay across the two of them. The blonde played with the little girl’s hair, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “You know, there’s still some of that styling gel left.”

“Jovie Lorene Griffon don’t you dare.”

“But she’d be so cute! Whatcha think little bit, you want hair like mommy and bubbies?”

The little girl clambered up into the blonde’s lap and tugged on her pigtails. “Nunka To’ h’ir!”

Griff scooped the little girl up in her arms and sprang from the couch, she and the baby giggling loudly as Carmen got to her feet and gave chase, a grin spreading across her exasperated face. “Griff if you don’t get your pixie ass back here with our daughter right now, so help me I’ll….”

Whatever it was she was going to do was lost in a flood of squeals and laughter that ran all throughout the house.

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Art, Griff, Lotte, Reese, & Rosie © Me
Tod © AmandaRamsey
Carmen, Reese, & Rosie © M-Lyn
Vi © derronbrandybuck

Texture © Malleni-Stock
[not sure who to credit for the tattoo's, Yanna couldn't remember where she got them from]