[gif] // requester: anonymous​ // request hereIMAGINE: DROPPING YOUR KID OFF AT THE WHEELER HOUSE FO

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IMAGINE: DROPPING YOUR KID OFF AT THE WHEELER HOUSE FOR A PLAYDATE, AND KAREN GETTING FLUSTERED WHILE TALKING TO YOU.

Karen has barely opened the front door when your kid bolts past her, rushing into the house as Mike excitedly waves them over. You laugh, teasingly rolling your eyes as you watch them all disappear into the basement to play their games, and you look up at Karen as you joke, “I can’t thank you enough for hosting them. I don’t know how you manage with so many kids in the house.” 

“Oh, you know me,” Karen laughs, flashing you a smile as her cheeks flush ever so slightly. Ever since your kids had become friends, the two of you had gotten closer too, bonding over coffee at her dining room table while your kids are playing. Slowly, Karen began to realise she had developed feelings for you, and she had never expected to fall for another mother in the neighborhood. She twirls a strand of hair around her finger in an attempt to calm herself, and she continues, “I just try my best!”