I Did the Dishes-Spanna
For the most part, things ran smoothly at the Hastings-Marin household—despite having three children under the age of six. This was true for a number of reasons. First, the couple always presented a united front that kept their children in line. Second, they divided up chores and kept to the schedule. For example, Spencer did dishes every night, and Hanna bathed the children. Spencer took the trash out, and Hanna walked the dogs. Spencer packed lunches, and Hanna made dinner. And so on it went. It worked for them, and it kept the house from descending into chaos.
Despite their near perfect system, on this particular night Spencer found herself seriously wishing they had a different system in place. She’d been stuck at work late, she hadn’t had a chance to eat, and now she was going to come home to a sink full of dishes that she hadn’t even dirtied. As she entered the house, she was greeted by her wife.
“Hey, babe,” Hanna said, giving her a kiss. “The twins have already had their bath and Mara is in there right now. There’s dinner waiting for you on the table. Oh, and I did the dishes.”
Spencer felt a wave of love pass over her. It wasn’t that Hanna wasn’t usually considerate, but they were both fairly busy so they normally stuck to the plan in place. Finding that Hanna had gone above and beyond for her today was wonderful.
“Thank you so much, Han. Do you want me to go finish Mara’s bath?” she offered. Hanna rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“No, I want you to go eat dinner while I finish Mara’s bath. She’s almost done, anyway. She was playing when I left,” she said. Spencer gave her another kiss.
“Thanks, sweetie. I appreciate it,” she said. Hanna grinned at her before leaving to go upstairs. She was so getting laid tonight.
After wolfing down dinner, Spencer joined her wife and children upstairs. As promised, Lucy and Gabrielle were already bathed and were playing with stuffed animals in their room.
“Mama!” Gabrielle exclaimed when she saw Spencer, immediately dropping her elephant. She toddled over to her as fast as her three year old legs would let her, with Lucy hot on her heels.
“Hey, babies,” Spencer greeted, kneeling down to hug her daughters.
“Mama’s home?” Mara screeched from the other room. A moment later, she had launched herself into Spencer’s arms.
“Mara!” Hanna chastised, following her daughter with a hairbrush in her hand. She held it up, reminding her daughter that they’d been in the middle of something before she’d run off.
“Sorry, Mommy. Can Mama brush my hair tonight?” she asked, looking at Spencer with hopeful eyes. Hanna rolled her own eyes and handed the brush to Spencer, who began brushing her daughter’s hair while Hanna got the twins into bed. Lucy and Gabrielle had been Hanna’s miracle babies. While Hanna couldn’t have loved Mara more if she tried, she’d always wanted to have a baby of her own. Despite her initial difficulty getting pregnant, leading to Spencer having Mara, they’d decided to give it another go. To their immense surprise, Hanna had gotten pregnant on her first try post-Mara. The doctor had explained that this happened sometimes. A seemingly infertile couple would get pregnant immediately after adopting. And so, their last ditch effort at Hanna having a baby had produced two.
“Were you three good for Mommy tonight?” Spencer asked. Mara nodded, a serious look on her face.
“Yeah, but Mommy couldn’t help me with my homework,” she pouted. Spencer suppressed a snort. At five years old, Mara was already a spitting image of her mama, and her personality followed as well.
“Story?” Lucy asked, looking at Spencer from her bed, her blue eyes wide. She was a quiet little thing, so unlike her mommy and her twin. Gabrielle had picked all of her mothers’ vocabulary—including a string of curse words from Hanna—but Lucy tended to speak in single word sentences.
“Sweetie, Mama just got home. Why don’t you let me read you a story tonight?” Hanna suggested. They usually read a story to the twins first, and then to Mara. If they were in a hurry, they’d split up, but usually they liked to do it together. It was a family bonding thing that Spencer had read about.
“It’s okay. Why don’t we all have story time together tonight?” Spencer suggested. Mara nodded eagerly and they all settled into the bed. It didn’t take long for the twins to fall asleep, but Spencer continued to read until the story was over.
Fifteen minutes later, Spencer gently carried a sleeping Mara to her own room, leaving both twins in Lucy’s bed.
“I’m exhausted,” she moaned when she finally crawled into her own bed. Hanna raised an eyebrow.
“I offered to take over story time tonight,” she pointed out. Spencer nodded.
“I know, but that’s my favorite time of the day,” she said. Hanna gave her a pout and climbed on top of her.
“Really? I thought this was your favorite part of the day,” she said breathily, pressing feather light kisses to Spencer’s neck. The brunette moaned again, this time in pleasure.
“Mmm… You have a point. But I might need you to remind me again,” she said. Hanna grinned.
That night, she reminded Spencer why it was her favorite part of the day.