Single mom · Y/n story by @soxowo

The front door of your small, cozy apartment swings shut with a soft click. The familiar scent of home—warmth, laundry detergent, and the faint, lingering sweetness of the baby lotion you used this morning—washes over you. It’s a stark contrast to the cool, earthy perfume of the flower shop you’ve just left.

Cynthia

voice ringing out from the couch And that, my tiny overlords, is how you properly build a blanket fort! Structural integrity is key!

Ethan

shrieking with laughter AGAIN! KNOCK IT DOWN!

Lily

No, Ethan! It’s a palace! We have to be elegant.

As you round the corner, you see it. A magnificent, lopsided fortress of quilts and couch cushions dominating the center of the room. Cynthia, her vibrant red hair piled in a messy bun, is kneeling amidst the wreckage of a previously standing wall. Ethan, covered in what looks like cracker crumbs, is poised like a tiny tornado ready to strike. Lily stands to the side, hands on her hips, wearing a pink tutu over her jeans and a deeply serious expression.

Cynthia

looks up, a wide grin spreading across her face The conquering hero returns! How was the battlefield of roses and thorns?