#lemme know if you wnat this scenario with the other ROs too 👀

[whatlovelybones-if]

Okay but here me out: J as a parent? I’m a sucker for homely scenarios 🤌🏿

“madelyn, come down here this second!” J's voice echoes through the whole manor.

“eep!” a little voice squeaks as the owner of it tries to look for a place to hide upstairs. she had no idea her parent would get that mad over her test paper, but... maybe she shouldn't have tried to burn it.

J sighs heavily, one hand on their hip and the other holding the remaining piece of the burnt test paper, a big fat ‘C+’ marked in the corner. seriously, it's not even a bad grade. could be better, of course, but J knew how hard she studied for it.

honestly, the raven-haired parent wasn't even going to scold madelyn. they were just disappointed that she tried to hide the results from them. and what would you say when you came back home?

speaking of that, J's ears perk up and they hears your footsteps behind them. they turn around to see you walking up to them, still in your white coat and face scrunched in confusion.

“what's going on, dear? why are you shouting?”

J sighs and leans in to give you a ‘welcome home’ kiss before handing you the test paper. “jagiya, maddie tried to burn this the moment she got home.”

your eyes land over the ‘C+’ marked in bright red and try not to laugh. this wasn't even that bad.

“maddie, come downstairs, please.” you try to make your voice sound as neutral as possible. a small face peeks at you from the staircase above. her eyes light up at the sight of you, quickly running down as you asked and hugging your legs.

“you're home!” she exclaims, eyes that resemble J's twinkling in adoration.

you chuckle despite your earlier attempts to not do so and J pouts. “why don't i get an enthusiastic welcome like that?”

“because you're always home?” maddie tilts her head, her innocent eyes hiding the sarcasm in her words.

“oh no, missy, you're not sassing me in my own house,” J leans down to rub either side of her head with their fists.

“ow, ow, ow. i'm sorry!” maddie cries out. you can't help but smile at the scene before you, both of them were a handful sometimes but it never got any less amusing. sometimes you wondered if you were raising two kids instead of one.

“that's enough now, dear,” you say, detaching J's hold on your daughter. maddie rubs either side of her head and J huffs. both of them are sporting identical pouts and you chuckle.

“now maddie,” you address the mini version of J, “why did you try to burn your test paper?”

your spouse crosses their arms beside you. “you know we wouldn't have gotten mad, right? the only reason why we're disappointed with you right now is because you tried to hide it from us.”

the little girl nods, looking down at her shoes with a teary-eyed frown. “i'm sorry, i just... i was just ashamed of myself. i studied so hard and i only managed to score a C+.”

“well, you can't blame yourself for inheriting your [dad/mom]'s brains now, can you?” you say with a shrug, earning a small giggle from madelyn.

J gawks at you in indignation. “i will take offence to that.” they turn to their daughter. “the point is that you worked hard and there's still time to learn, right? how will you move on if you're too ashamed to even acknowledge your mistakes?”

the black-haired girl is quiet for a while and when she looks up, her eyes glint with determination. “i will try even harder next time, i swear!”

you and J share a chuckle and they rub her head affectionately. “that's our girl. wanna help me make dinner for tonight?”

“yes! but,” maddie takes both of your hands with a grin, “only if we're doing it together.”

J blushes a little at the sight of you smiling at them but they nod, returning the expression.

“i love you, jagiya,” they whisper to you with a kiss on your cheek while maddie is busy with kneading the pasta dough with her little hands.

your reply rings with a genuineness that has J smiling brighter than the kitchen light, a phrase that you had often said to each other as kids. “i love you to the moon and to saturn.”

your ‘i love yous’ encompass years of heartache, of hurt, of laughter and pain. and every time you say the words, you feel the rush of the childhood you spent beside your best friend. the person who is also now your spouse and the parent of your child.

J had never hesitated to fall deeper for you and as they see you squishing madelyn's cheeks and laughing at her whines, they realised that they would always let you catch them. every. single. time.