a dream // one x one

[moonlessnight.]

kat laughed. "i know! they need to stop." she declared, chuckling as she watched marcella play with nora whilst natalia snuggled up to her chest, a little yawn escaping the girl. kat gently rubbed her back, humming softly.

[ptolemaea]

marcella smiled, tickling nora, who started to pout. “oh.” she said, still doing it and earning a laugh. “that’s better.” she said, kissing her chubby cheek before holding her close to her chest.

[moonlessnight.]

kat smiled at marcella and nora, carefully laying natalia down in the play pen to have her little lap. humming to herself, kat grabbed herself a glass of water, leaning against the counter and taking small sips.

[ptolemaea]

marcella placed nora in the playpen. she smiled as she pulled out a soda from the fridge. “hmmm, makeovers?” she asked kat, sitting on the counter

[moonlessnight.]

kat watched marcella, sipping at her water. at her friend's suggestion, kat wiggled her brows playfully. "ooh. what kind?" she chuckled, taking a seat with a gentle hum as she watched her children in the play pen, glad that they had behaved fairly well without their father. at least for one day.

[ptolemaea]

marcella grinned. “hair and makeup. send pictures to our boyfriends, they’ll see what they’re missing out on.” she said, taking a sip of her soda. “we can do it tomorrow as well.”

[moonlessnight.]

kat listened to marcella, laughing softly and nodding. "alright. i'm down." she mused, grinning as john came downstairs with laker in his arms, his blue eyes happy as he giggled at john's tickles. "aww, the boys are bonding."

[ptolemaea]

marcella smiled. “laker is so cute, i seriously might die.” she stated with a giggle as she linked arms with kat and went to her room, pulling out her makeup.

[moonlessnight.]

kat laughed, following marcella up. "he is gonna be so much like river, i bet." she mused, watching the girl pull out her makeup. "i never want our babies to grow up, gosh! imagine them in high school." kat spoke with a small chuckle.

[ptolemaea]

marcella smiled as she applied the makeup to her face. “those boys better treat my daughter damn well or i’m going to beat ‘em up.” marcella stated. “do you have any dark lipsticks? i’m not in the mood for nude ones.”