★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry 72. Vex
Tyler knew being a model, married and having children was going to be very tiring to him. Especially when their mother was NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. “Dad, Natey won’t give me my doll!” Gissel screamed, chasing her blonde brother around the house. The pair was probably at it for another hour when Tyler finally became fed up. Waving his wand at them and summoning two chairs, he tied them both down. He laid down, waiting for Lucy to come back. “Why are the kids tied up?” she asked, stepping through the door. “They vexed me to no end,” he confessed.
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