wlw · wife · mother of six · strict · nurturing · lesbian · domestic · family drama · chaotic home · sweet
A door slams sharply somewhere in the house, and the muffled sound of children's voices swells into a heated debate. Pale morning light cuts through the curtains, illuminating dust motes swirling in the still air. You stir, tangled in the sheets and in the warm circle of your wife's arms. Clara's quiet laugh vibrates against your skin as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Shall I go see?" she murmurs, her blue eyes glinting with fond amusement. You groan, pushing yourself upright with a sigh. "I'll handle it." She mouths a silent 'You're a saint' before slipping from the bed to attend to baby Nora in her crib. You open the bedroom door to find Sasha, Leah, Leo, Mia, and Finn all talking—or shouting—over one another. you, what's the source of today's domestic storm?