The Laos Legacy

This Tumblr serves as an archive for my story, which I primarily post on Bluesky.

Content Warnings: Mostly a drama-romance story, but only suitable for 18+ due to mature themes and sexual content.

Generation one: Astrid Laos

Astrid arrives in Oasis Springs with nothing but a duffel bag, determination, and a dream: to become the city’s top bodybuilder. Focused and fiercely independent, love and distractions are the last things on her mind. But when a simple ring of the doorbell introduces her to someone who sees past her muscles and into her heart, everything changes. What begins as a quest for strength turns into a journey of unexpected connections, personal growth, and discovering that sometimes the greatest transformations happen outside the gym.

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Generation two: Harper Laos-Landgraab

Harper’s teenage years are marked by chaos, heartbreak, and a single devastating loss that shatters the life she thought she’d grow into. Desperate to silence the echoes of what happened, she flees to Ravenwood; a town she hopes will be far enough to forget. But distance has a way of bending back toward the truth, and the farther Harper runs, the closer she comes to the secrets waiting for her in the shadows she left behind.

This fresh start is a chance for her to redefine herself, away from the shadows of her former life, and Ravenwood has provided her with the perfect opportunity. She finds a new home in Mourningvale, a place that feels steeped in the whispers of the afterlife.

Moving to Mourningvale wasn’t random; it was deliberate. She came to this eerie village with one purpose: to find Death himself. Ever since that fateful night, she’s been waiting, expecting him to call on her as promised.

She’s started seeing ghosts too. Maybe that’s why Ravenwood feels strangely like home. It’s as if this place was waiting for her all along. She has so many questions and hardly any answers, but that’s exactly why she’s here: to find what’s been haunting her, and maybe, to finally understand.

Her new neighbors come by to welcome her to Mourningvale. She’s surprised to find they’re all ghosts, but strangely, it doesn’t faze her. After everything she’s been through since that night, she feels more at ease with spirits than the living.

Harper feels like she’s walking on air, a kind of happiness she’s never known, not even with Sydney. Looking back, she realizes she’d always known he wasn’t the one. But with Alden, everything feels different. There’s a flutter of nerves, but it’s the kind that’s thrilling.

Alden studies her, a soft smile playing on his lips as he breaks the silence. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Red?”

She pauses, then smiles back. “I never asked you, what are your plans after graduation?”

“You’ll laugh, but… I want to be a writer.”

Harper’s brows lift in surprise. “Really? I didn’t see that coming.”

“Yeah,” he nods, glancing off into the distance. “My dad was one. I always thought what he did was amazing, the way he could bring anytrhing to life. I want to do the same.”

Before Harper can respond, there’s a sudden screech of tires and a blinding flash of headlights. She barely registers the impact before she feels herself pushed to the ground.

As her eyes adjust, the sight before her cuts through her like a blade.

“Alden!” she cries, stumbling to her feet and rushing to his side. He’s sprawled on the pavement, still and lifeless. “No… please, no. Not you. Alden, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. Dear Watcher, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.“

She sinks down beside him, clutching his hand as her vision blurs, mascara streaking down her cheeks. Her chest tightens, panic stealing her breath as she chokes back sobs. She whispers his name again, voice breaking, as if calling him back would make him open his eyes.

“You can’t die,” Harper whispers, holding him like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded. Her voice trembles as she leans closer, her forehead resting against his. “Alden, please… answer me. It’s not your time. Not yet.”

Her words come faster, desperate and raw. “Please, Watcher,” she murmurs to the night sky, her tears falling onto his face. “I’ll do anything you want. Anything. Just… let him live. Please.”

“Anything?” The voice is deep, echoing from somewhere beyond the veil. Harper’s whole body stiffens. Slowly, she turns, her breath catching as she meets the piercing gaze of the Grim Reaper himself. “You’re praying to the wrong god.” His tone is dry, almost amused.

“I’ve watched you, Harper Laos-Landgraab. I’ve followed you for years. Watched you make choices, weigh consequences… You’re stronger than most. But are you willing to give up something that matters? Something irreplaceable?”

Her voice drops to a whisper. “Yes.”

Prom wraps up far too soon for everyone’s liking, but Alden isn’t ready to call it a night.

“I’ve never actually been here, and it’s so close to the school.”

“I’ve snuck down here once or twice. The rides are fun.”

“Did you have fun tonight?”

Harper nods. “I did. I wasn’t even planning on going, actually. Not until you asked me. Honestly, I was… kinda impressed with the promposal.”

He laughs, pretending to act offended. “Just ‘kinda’? I had to get down on one knee for that!”

♪ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 ♪

“Thank you,” Harper murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alden looks over, a question in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything.

“For protecting me. For reminding me I shouldn’t miss things just because of some jerk. For making me believe… 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.”

“Don’t thank me that much, I’m the one who messed things up. If I hadn’t pushed you away maybe we could—“

“I don’t recall ever saying I’d be dating you.”

He chuckles. “Red…”

“The timing was a mess. But… I don’t think our parents would mind.”

“Honestly? I couldn’t care less if they did.”

“You know,” Harper says, pausing mid-step and glancing at him, “I always liked that about you.”

Alden raises an eyebrow. “What? That I’m, sometimes, a jackass?”

Harper chuckles, shaking her head. “No. That you just don’t care what people think. You’re always… 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

“Red… You’re making me blush,” Alden says, his grin softening into something a bit more genuine.

“Am I?”

Alden lets out a breath. “Look, I don’t know if you’re just being clueless, or if this is your way of torturing me, but it’s making it really hard to stay away from you.”

She steps a little closer, the quiet of the night settling around them.

“Who says you have to stay away? I thought you didn’t care what anyone thought about us.”

“I don’t. But I care what 𝘺𝘰𝘶 think. Tell me, what are you thinking, Red?”

“I think… I’d like you to kiss me.”

It’s finally prom time! The gang is all dressed up and ready for an unforgettable night, filled with memories that will last a lifetime. As they prepare to bid farewell to their teenage years, they’re excited to celebrate the friendships they’ve formed.

Harper and Alden are having the time of their lives at prom. They sip punch, laugh together, and take an endless stream of photos in the photo booth. Harper feels like she’s floating on air, especially when she glances around and realizes that Sydney isn’t there.

“Who are you voting for, Red?”

“Not you, obviously,” she laughs, rolling her eyes.

“We’d be the perfect prom king and queen,” he insists.

“Oh, I know,” she smirks. “But there’s only one Queen in Copperdale High, and newsflash, it’s not me.”

From the moment they entered the decorated gym, everyone knew who deserved the crowns for Prom Royalty and Prom Jester.

“One last dance?” Jeb asks, holding out his hand.

Promposals are officially kicking off at Copperdale High! Luz asks Molly to go with her “as friends”, though let’s be real, everyone knows there’s more going on there. And, of course, Jeb asks Queenie to be his date for one final dance together.

“Remember this place?” Alden asks as they stop at the center of the basketball court. “This is where it all started.”

Harper raises an eyebrow, glancing around. “What, are we taking a stroll down memory lane now?”

“Ouch, you hurt my feelings, Red.”

“I’m kidding. But, honestly, can you believe how fast time passes? In nine days, we’re going to be actual adults, heading off to uni.”

“You’re missing something in there.”

“Oh? And what am I missing?”

“Prom. One last night to celebrate before everything changes.”

Alden drops down on one knee, and Harper’s expression shifts from amusement to confusion. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” he replies, a teasing grin on his face.

“Do your knee hurt or something?”

“Do you really think I’d get on one knee if it hurt?”

Alden pulls out a sign he had been hiding, and Harper lets out an exasperated grunt. “This can’t be real.”

“I told you I wasn’t going to let this go easily, Red,” he says, holding the sign up proudly.

“Are you being serious right now? Couldn’t you ask like any normal person?”

“Technically, I asked you like a normal person, and you just ignored me. Be glad I did it privately.”

“Of course you did.”

“So, are you going to say yes, or do I need to start begging?”

Harper and Alden have started spending their afternoons in the library, definitely not Alden’s first choice. Harper’s starting to feel the pressure of finals creeping in, and even though Alden would rather be anywhere else, he can’t help but find her focus a little endearing.

“Stop looking at me and do your homework,” Harper whispers, eyes still glued to her textbook.

Alden grins, leaning back in his chair. “Red, I had two whole weeks to do my homework. I’m fresh out.”

“Then read something.”

“I am reading. Just happens to be your face.”

“Alden, be serious for once,” Harper sighs. “Finals are in a week, then prom, and after that, poof! College!”

“Speaking of prom—”

“Alden!” she interrupts, eyes narrowing.

“What?” he says, feigning innocence. “I’m trying to have a normal conversation here.”

“We’re supposed to be studying, not planning dances.”

“Maybe I just wanted to know if you’re going with anyone. You know, purely for academic purposes.”

“Oh, I’m sure people are 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 to take me to prom.”

“And yet here you are with me in a library.”

She rolls her eyes. “Consider yourself lucky, then. And now, shut up, please.”

Alden falls quiet for a few seconds, then leans in closer, lowering his voice. “No, seriously, but—”

“Oh my Watcher, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 now?” Harper mutters, half-exasperated, half-amused.

“I was just thinking…” He hesitates. “I was wondering if you… you know, needed a date.”

Harper blinks, caught off guard. “Wait, are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 asking me to prom?”

“I mean, if you want to go with me. It could be fun.”

“Don’t you actually have girls lining up to go with you?”

“𝘙𝘦𝘥…”

“𝘈𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯…” She mimics his tone, rolling her eyes.

He leans closer. “Do you want me to spell out why I want to go to prom with you?”

Harper bites her lip, feeling her heart race. “No, I need you to shut up and let me study, please.”

“Fine,” Alden concedes, though a playful grin spreads across his face. “But you know I’m still going to bring it up later.”

Alden lies sprawled on his bed, staring at the ceiling, bored out of his mind. His mind keeps circling back to Sydney, imagining a thousand ways to make him pay for what he did. But in between all that anger, he can’t help but wonder how Harper is holding up. He hopes she’s okay.

Alden quickly gets up from his bed when the door creaks open and Harper steps inside.

“Wow. Are you real?” He teases, a crooked grin forming. “Or am I imagining things?”

“Very much real, I assure you. Hi, Alden.”

“Hello, Red.”

“I guess you know why I’m here?” Harper asks, her voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of nerves.

“To tell me you don’t need protecting?” Alden replies, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“Well, yes,” Harper says with a small smile, “but also… to thank you.”

“Queenie told me what you did. And while I think you went a bit overboard, I really am grateful. I’m also sorry because you were right.”

“I’m sorry too. Not for the punch, but for being right about that asshole. I just wish you hadn’t had to go through it at all.”

“How are you?” He asks, his tone genuine.

“I’ve been better,” Harper replies with a sigh. “I don’t want to go back to school, and I feel like a fool. Just another typical teenager day, right?”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about anything, Red. He’s the one who should be.”

“While I don’t regret what I did, I’m sorry if I caused any more drama. I just couldn’t stand by and do nothing,” Alden says, his tone earnest. “I’m also sorry because I think people are going to talk. And you shouldn’t have to deal with this alone.”

“I’m not alone. I have Queenie and my friends…”

“You have me too.”

Harper raises an eyebrow, half skeptical. “I thought you didn’t want to be my friend?”

Alden lets out a low chuckle, but there’s a bitter edge to it. “Guess that makes Sydney not the only asshole, huh?”

“What changed, then?”

“Nothing,” Alden admits, his gaze holding hers. “I still feel the same about you. I’m just… tired of fighting. With you. With myself. You need someone, and I—well, I don’t want to be the one making things harder for you anymore.”

Harper’s breath hitches, and she offers a small, hesitant smile. “This is going to be weird, isn’t it?”

Queenie finds Harper tucked away in her room, nose buried in a book like she has been for days. It’s their school break, but Harper hasn’t taken advantage of it at all.

“I feel like you’ve disappeared, Harps. We live in the same house, but it’s like you’re not really here.”

Harper sighs, closing her book and meeting Queenie’s eyes. “Sorry, I just haven’t felt like myself lately. You can’t blame me for that.”

“I don’t,” Queenie says softly, “but you’re spending your last teenage days locked up, reading.”

“Reading is good for my skills.”

“Yeah, well, it’s also good for becoming an anti-social hermit,” Queenie says.

Harper sighs, frustration laced in her voice. “And what do you want me to do, Queenie? Call everyone and act like Sydney didn’t just use me for a quick woohoo?”

“I know people are talking behind my back,” Harper continues, her voice cracking.

“Let them talk, Harps. They don’t know you.”

“It’s easy for you to say,” Harper snaps. “You’ve got Jeb. He actually cares about you. No one would dare say anything bad about you two.”

“Things with Jeb aren’t as perfect as they seem. We had the college talk, and… I don’t think it’s going to work out.”

Harper blinks, caught off guard. “What?”

“Yeah,” Queenie sighs, her voice quieter. “We’re breaking up after prom.”

“Oh, Queenie. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Queenie shrugs lightly, though there’s a hint of sadness in her eyes. “You’ve had your own stuff going on, and honestly? I’m fine. Seriously, I am. Jeb’s a good guy, and I do love him, but… he’s not the one. I can feel it, deep down.”

“God, our lives are depressing,” Harper mutters.

“You’re making it 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 depressing than it should be. Did you forget about the guy who wrecked Sydney’s face for you? He’s practically under house arrest because of it.”

“Don’t exaggerate,” Harper sighs. “He’s just grounded.”

“He got expelled for you, Harper.”

“I didn’t ask Alden to punch Sydney in the face. I’m grateful, but that was his choice. Just like it was his choice to… well, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 be with me.”

Queenie’s eyes widen in realization. “Wait… what? Oh my Watcher! Did he say he likes you?” Harper covers her mouth, her eyes wide with regret. “Oh my! He did, didn’t he?!”

Harper sighs. “Not exactly in those words, but at Mal’s wedding, he did say something about wanting something different…”

“Harper, for the love of the Watcher, you 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 to go to Mal’s house and talk to him!” Queenie exclaims, sitting up straight.

“Queenie, stop. I’m not in the mood to even think about another relationship. Things between Alden and me are so messed up that it’d be impossible to fix.”

“Whatever. Don’t tell him you like him. Be miserable your whole life, but 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 go to his house and thank him for what he did.”

“I didn’t ask him to—”

Harper’s emotions are spilling over like a dam that’s burst. When she sees her mom walk into the room, she lets out a loud cry, a mixture of frustration, sadness, and pain.

“Oh, sweetheart,” her mom says, enveloping her in a warm embrace. “Queenie told me all about it.”

“Are you mad at me?” Harper asks, her voice trembling.

“Why should I be mad at you, honey?” Astrid replies, her tone gentle. “I’m sad you didn’t tell me about you having a boyfriend, but I’ve been a teenager too. And honestly, that’s not why I’m here.”

Harper’s eyes well up again, and she leans into her mother’s comforting presence. “I just… I thought he cared. I thought we had something real.”

“You deserve someone who treats you with respect and understands your worth.”

“But it hurts so much right now,” Harper whispers.

Harper sniffles. “I just thought… maybe I was enough for him. But now I feel so stupid.”

“You were brave enough to open your heart, and that’s something to be proud of. The right person will see you for who you truly are and cherish you. It’s just a matter of time.”

“But what if I never find that person?” Harper asks, her voice shaky.

“Trust me, you will. It might not happen right away, but when it does, it’ll be worth the wait.”

Sydney isn’t done with what happened between him and Alden. Even though the school has already expelled Alden, it isn’t enough for him. So, when he finds Harper alone, he’s clearly spoiling for another confrontation.

“You should teach your friend some manners,” he sneers.

Harper spins around, her eyes landing on Sydney’s bruised face, the black eye a reminder of the chaos he’d caused. For a moment, she’s taken aback, but then the anger rises inside her, fueled by the humiliation she knows she’ll have to endure because of him.

“Excuse me?” she snaps, her voice cold. “Teach him some manners? And who’s gonna teach 𝘺𝘰𝘶, Sydney? You’re the one who ran his mouth and dragged me through the dirt.”

“Drag you through the dirt? What the hell are you saying?” Sydney scoffs, taking a step closer.

Harper stands her ground, her jaw tight. “You’re telling everyone about… about us. Like it’s some joke. Like I’m some joke.”

Sydney shakes his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. “It wasn’t like that, Harper. You’re blowing it way out of proportion.”

“Are you seriously going to pretend you didn’t say I sucked at it?” Harper’s voice cracks with anger, her hands clenched into fists.

Sydney smirks, but his eyes darken. “Come on, Harper. It’s not like that. It was just locker room talk. Guys joke around.”

“If all you wanted was to woohoo me, you should’ve said so from the start. I wouldn’t have wasted my time with you.”

Sydney opens his mouth to respond, but Harper cuts him off, her voice filled with fury. “Alden was right about you.”

Sydney’s expression twists, darkening with anger. “What?”

“What you heard.”

Sydney steps forward, his eyes flashing. “What the hell are you saying, Harper?”

Gossip runs fast in high school, and Queenie is about to find out what everyone’s talking about. In the cafeteria, she overhears Darling telling Cassie and Yuki about the fight between Alden and Sydney. Queenie’s heart sinks as the details unfold.

Queenie finds Harper sitting alone outside. She hesitates, unsure of how to bring it up.

“Something happened at the basketball court, Harps. There’s no easy way to say this, and I would have waited for you to tell me what happened yesterday, but… Sydney had another idea.”

Harper’s brow furrows, confusion flickering in her eyes. “What do you mean?”

“He’s been telling everyone about your first time, Harper.” Harper stares at her in horror, her heart sinking. “And… he isn’t being kind about it. He’s laughing. Making it sound like some joke.”

“I’ll do anything you want me to do. Want to go home? Let’s go home. Do you want me to kill that bastard? I’ll kill him for you,” Queenie says, her voice steady but laced with fury.

“Queenie—”

"I’m serious, Harper. I’ll do it.”

"You can’t just go around killing people.”

“For you, I could.”

“What am I going to do? How am I going to face everyone?”

Queenie’s expression softens, but there’s still a glint of fire in her eyes. “I don’t think you need to worry about that. Alden already handled it.”

“What do you mean Alden already handled it?”

“Alden was the first one to hear Sydney running his mouth. He punched him right in the face. Sydney’s a mess.”

Harper’s eyes widen in disbelief. “Alden did 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?”

Sydney is chatting with two of his friends, they’re laughing, loud enough to catch the attention of someone.

“Harper was so inexperienced. You could tell it was her first time.” His tone is cocky, like he’s proud of it. “It was actually kinda—”

"You don’t get to talk about her like that!” Alden snaps, his voice shaking with rage.

“Wow, hit a nerve, huh? Guess someone’s still bitter Harper picked me over you.”

Alden’s fists clench, but Sydney keeps pushing.

“I bet she thought it’d be this big romantic moment. Honestly, she barely knew what she was doing. I had to show her everything. Felt like I was teaching a class or something.”

Meanwhile, back at home, Astrid feels the first sharp pangs of labor. She dials Johnny, who’s still at work, and tries to keep her voice steady as she speaks.

“Hey, babe. It’s time,” she says, her breath catching between contractions.

Harper stands in Sydney’s house, a strange tension filling the air. Alden’s words echo relentlessly in her mind, unsettling her. She tries to push the thought away, but it clings to her, heavy and unshakable.

“Aren’t you going to ask about the game?” Sydney’s voice breaks through Harper’s swirling thoughts. She blinks, caught off guard.

“Ah, sure. Sorry. How did it go?” she asks, forcing herself to focus.

“We won. Big game. I thought you’d be more excited, Harper.”

She gives a weak smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “That’s great, Syd. Really.”

He studies her for a moment, then his tone shifts. “What’s going on? You’re not exactly being fun today.”

“Sorry… Just tired because of the wedding.”

“Must’ve been a hell of a wedding to put you in such a mood.” His words are light, but there’s something underneath them.

She shifts uncomfortably. “It was okay. Just ended pretty late. I’m sorry if I’m being off, I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Maybe we can get you in a better mood,” he says, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive tone. He leans back just enough to meet her eyes, searching for her reaction.

Harper’s stomach twists, a mix of nerves and hesitation. “What do you mean?” she asks, though deep down, she knows.

He leans in closer, his gaze darkening, his voice softening to a murmur. “You know, sometimes it helps to just lose ourselves in each other.”

“I…” Harper stammers, her cheeks warming. “Sydney, I’ve never—”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

♪ Cause when I'm with him, I am thinking of you Thinking of you What you would do if You were the one who was spending the night Oh, I wish that I was looking into your eyes ♪

Hua and Malcom’s wedding took place in Tartosa, in a stunning, ancient venue that felt straight out of a dream. Naturally, the wedding was bugged (as expected), but thank goodness for the poses! It still turned out beautiful!

Astrid was overwhelmed with emotion throughout the wedding. Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it was because Malcom felt like one of her own, but she couldn’t stop crying the entire event! Every little moment seemed to tug at her heartstrings.

“Didn’t expect to see you alone.”

Harper stiffens at the sound. The music from the reception drifts over from the dance floor, where everyone else seems to be having the time of their lives.

“Yeah, well. Plans change,” she says, her tone clipped.

“Where’s Price?” Harper takes a breath, her stomach twisting at the mention.

“He couldn’t make it,” she says, trying to sound unaffected. “Had a game. It’s more important.”

“And he just… bailed?”

“It’s not like that. He’s got a lot riding on it. Scholarships and stuff.”

Alden shrugs. “Sure. But if it were me… I wouldn’t have let you come to something like this alone.”

The words hit Harper harder than she expects. “You don’t get to say things like that.”

Alden’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t push back.

The band switches to a slow song, and they feel the contrast, how everything around them feels light and celebratory, while inside they’re knotted up in tension.

“Dance with me.”

“What?”

“It’s a wedding. Might as well do something to make it memorable.”

He pulls her gently onto the dance floor, their movements cautious at first. Harper feels the warmth of his hand on her waist as they settle into the slow rhythm of the music.

“I know I can’t fix the past. But… if things were different, if you wanted something different…”

He trails off, not finishing the sentence, but his meaning is clear. He’s offering something, something subtle and unspoken, but it lingers in the air between them.

Astrid has been feeling off lately. Deep down, she has a tiny inkling of what’s going on, but the reality feels too surreal to accept. While she knows she’s not old by any means, she isn’t exactly young either.

“I can’t believe we’re here. 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯,” Johnny says, shaking his head.

“Yeah, me neither. What are we going to do? Three teens, one kid, and now a baby? Are we crazy?”

“Calm down, Astrid. Everything is going to be okay,” Johnny reassures her.

“I can’t believe we’re going to have another baby. It’s wild, isn’t it?”

Johnny chuckles, his eyes lighting up. “Yeah, wild is one way to put it. But can you imagine? Another little one running around? Our very own chaos machine.”

This time, the kids aren’t nearly as traumatized when their parents share the big news. Everyone even pitches in to plan the baby shower! And, of course, like every event, it was a total disaster, but in true Laos-Landgraab style.