#fvkmack

johnny: be good. i love you all.

     “  so  since  you’re  this  big  hotshot  attorney  ...    does  that  mean  if  i  get  arrested  i  should  call  you  first  ?  ”    logical  question  would’ve  been  deemed  as  SISTERLY  CURIOSITY  if  it  weren’t  for  the  undertone  of  genuine  wonder  and  dicey  track  record  .    she  leans  back  on  chair  ,    snapping  artificial  spearmint  gum  between  canines  .    “  i  swear  i’m  not  planning  on  𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝗂𝗇  𝖺  𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅  𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾  𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾  𝗂𝗌  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗇𝖾𝗐  𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄  ,    but  like  ,    what’s  your  office  number  ?  ”

mackenzie really should’ve known better at this point than to leave her children with johnny, but he felt like he could give them life advice and experience to his nephews that she simply couldn’t. they were kennedy boys after all, and kennedy boys had to be fly. she was picking the eldest up from school and he was left with the two year old, elijah, and within seconds of her walking out the door, he had him dressed in a gucci suit, salvatore ferragamo dress shoes with a ten thousand dollar little baby rolex on his wrist too. “and the finishing touch? tom ford. always tom ford.” he said, carefully placing the sunglasses that were far too big for him over his eyes as he picked him up and carried him towards the closest mirror. “now raise your eyebrow and say, get away from me, you peasants.” he said with dramatized disdain, unable to help the grin that spread across his lips when the little toddler repeated every word. “atta boy, you’re gonna be getting all the bitc-” he said, sentence being cut off when he saw mackenzie appear behind them in the mirror. “girls...all the girls on the playground.”