Family

Story before designing new room ☑️

"Oh God, finally home," Mitch set his ten bags down on the floor in living room. His sister laughed behind him with her (and last) two bags. "We've been there for hours. I'm man, we go in, take few things and go out. Action taking half hour in maximum."

She laughed even more: "But look how many things we got. You just got second daughter and had to buy her so many things. Now get up. Her bed will be here soon along with my husband," girls ran by her and jumped on couch right next to Mitch. "How many times will have to say this? No running in house, girls. You can get hurt," they only giggled more.

Mitch looked at her with "told you so" look: "How many times will I have to say this? They won't stop until they will get hurt," he earned smack on his back. "What? We were the same and don't even try to convince me that it's not true."

Her look said "stop" and her mouth said: "Go make room for that bed and other furniture." Mitch rolled his eyes once she disappeared in his kitchen. "Don't even try to roll your eyes again. Lunch will be in three hours," she called after him.

He wanted to roll his eyes, but he was "scared" she'd see him again. "I want to help!" girls screamed simultaneously.

Kimy peaked out. Mitch stopped his tracks and knelt down to them: "My love to you is too big to let you go to that war zone. It's dangerous, I don't want any of you to get hurt," he kissed each head one by one. "Why don't you go to backyard and play... safely?" he gulped, knowing that it wasn't the safest thing he could suggest.

Girls whined and went to living room turning TV on. Mitch got relief spread over his body. He went to Abby's soon-to-be room and started putting things together. He was halfway through, when Greg came. "How are you doing here?"

"I wouldn't mind another set of hands, but I'm doing well. There are just few objects that are too heavy for me to move. For example that big buddy over there," Mitch pointed at the dresser. "I don't have muscles. I'm lawyer, not a wrestler," they laughed.

"Okay then. Let's move this guy," Greg laughed and they got to work. "Just so you know, movers will be here tomorrow. We have to paint it here and they have no place where to put those things."

"Okay then. It's just weird that I wake up and I have one girl cuddled up with me and then I go to Kirstie's room and there's another little thing. But in few days it will be different. I can't believe that the rest of the house looks like nothing is happening here," Mitch laughed.

Girls were still in living room, TV still off, argument getting bad. "Why can't we jusht tuwn on Dad's Netf-ix and tuwn on shomething?" Kirstie pouted.

"Because they want to vook at shomething on shome of the pwogwamsh," Abby said. Kirstie glared, until her aunt came.

"No TV. Games or nothing. Now I'm the adult here and that means I rule. I'm not about to listen to you arguing," all girls pouted. "Not working on me. Or you want me to ask your fathers?"

"Daddy wiw vet ush watch," Kirstie said.

"But that's if you ask him. But if I will, then he won't," Kimy smiled. "Why don't you tell us something from your life?" she looked at her new niece.

"I don't have much to shay. My mom wash neve- home and when she wash, she gave me food, washed me and veft again. Sho I wash mostly avone in my woom wif my teddy bea- and b-anket. She wash coming home vate and she was mean - main-y sc-eaming and banging into waws. But neve- me. Then few days ago some men in b-ue c-othes took me to dad. I a-most neve- went out of ou- pvace, so I have no fwiends. Shooooo that's why I'm hewe," she looked down.

***Start Of Story Time***

Helen was in park. It was winter, so she had big coat on. "Hey, I hope no one followed you," she said as soon as her "friend" came.