#harper008

setting: thane house

It feels a little like the day has gotten away from her with a million different things pulling her in a million different directions. She has the day off of work and, luckily, hadn’t been called into the hospital for any surgeries. She’d spent the morning in town, dropping Benny off at daycare and Maddie at school before taking the twin’s to an appointment with their pediatrician and running a handful of errands — Iris’ birthday party is coming up and while she has most of it handled, there is still a small handful of things she needs to get together. Once she’d picked up everything she needed she and the twins had headed home for some lunch before the twins went down for their nap. With the two toddlers sleeping, Rowan had busied herself with blowing up a ridiculous amount of balloons and painting some last minute decorations — she’d been so wrapped up in what she was doing she hadn’t heard a car pull up the driveway and practically jumped a foot in the air when the front door opens. She lets the balloon in her hand go in surprise and it makes a ridiculous noise while it comically floats across the room to where Harper now stands as it deflates. “Jesus fucking Christ. I didn’t hear you pull up. Wait — we don’t have plans today do we? Fuck, please don’t tell me I’m supposed to be dressed up for somethin’.” Her hair is in a loose braid hanging over her shoulder, one of Andy’s t-shirts hangs loosely around her thighs and the jeans she’s wearing have blue paint splotches that match the one on her cheek, curtsey of the giant ‘7′ drying in the sunroom.  “Wait, why do you look sad?”