Faux Motherhood is a Beautiful ThingPeach had always wanted to be a mother, even if it meant getting into an arranged marriage, the children halfway belonging to a complete stranger. She would have loved them regardless, they would have been more precious than any jewel in the world.More Like This
The kids she did end up having, though, weren't quite what she expected. She mulled over this as her children all bickered and chattered and shouted at the dinner table, her husband at the other end of the table, wolfing down his own food.
"Ludwig, get your stupid papers away from me!"
"BE CAREFUL WITH THOSE JUNIOR!"
"Hey, Morton, can you, like, not drool all over? It's getting over to my side."
"Ey, Rainbow-Brain, getcho 'ands away from me! I don't 'ave yo stupid ball!"
"I know you took it! Don't play games! I'm not in the mood for games!"
"Iggyyyy...can you assist me in handling Junior?"
Peach smiled regardless of the growing headache in her skull. Her husband quirked a bushy brow and smirked, bits of meat sticking to his lip