Apple-Flavoured Ice-Cream

"Mommy why is the sky blue?" Heath questions, shifting slightly as we all lay on the grass together.

"I am not sure." I frown, racking my brain for the phenomenon that makes the sky so vibrant.

"I think that the sky should be fairytale green." My eldest son Percy chips in. "That way the whole world will know that it is the bestest colour."

I could not help but think that their father would agree, although what I do not think they have realised is that they would then have to share the colour with seven billion other people.

"I am going to make the sky fairytale green." Gatsby stated firmly, his head resting on his arms as he peered up at the shapes of the clouds. "That is what I am going to do when I am older."

"No, I am!" Baby rock growls, shaking his fist at his brother who sends a deathly glare his way.

A sudden eruption of grumbling voices spreads into the air, the sound of them arguing over who is going to paint the sky first making the birds in our garden flutter away.

"Boys!" I shout, instantly halting all six of my boy's' furious challenge.

They continue to glare and scowl at one another, but remain silent at the sound of my voice. They are all standing now, trying to intimidate each other with their heights whilst Rock stood there with his feet raised upon their tips and his chest puffed out as much as he could.

"Sorry mommy." The all chime at once.

"You can all work on it together, okay? But do not argue with your brothers." I tell them all, watching as they slowly nod in approval.

"Yes mommy." They grumble, their gazes glaring at the floor beneath them.

"Very well. Now who wants to come and get ice cream?"

All six of my boys instantly cheer up, their eyes grow wide and their glares and scowls disappear in an instant.

The car journey to the park was hectic, all six of them were glaring at one another and muttering proclamations beneath their breaths.

I had a little tribe surrounding me as we walked through the park, watching with a sense of deja-vu as they growled and glared at any man that would look my way.

I found a picnic table big enough for all seven of us beside the ice-cream truck, Heath, Percy and Fitz followed me to the truck whilst the remaining six waited patiently at the table that was in my direct eye-line.

"What can I get for you?" The old woman beamed, smiling down at my scowling boys.

"Six apple flavoured ice-creams." I tell her proudly. "And one of the gummy-bear ice-creams."

"Alrighty." She drawls out. "And are they all in cones?"

"Just one of the apple ice-creams in a tub and the rest in cones please." I tell her, thinking back to the time where baby Rock spilt his ice-cream all in his hair.

Eight minutes later the entire stand is filled with six green ice-creams and one vibrant blue ice-cream. All six of my sons smirk proudly at the sight.

"Excuse me?" A male voice sounds from behind me just as I'm finished paying.

I turn around to see a blonde man smiling brightly at me, the sight meaning absolutely nothing to me given the fact that no other man on any planet will ever begin to make me feel a fraction of the way Stone does.

"Yes?" I reply, albeit hesitant to reply friendly given the growls coming from in front of me.

"I noticed you have quite a lot to carry, may I give you a hand?"

"Oh that is quite alri—"

My words are cut short by the sound of three individual footsteps stomping along the floor between the picnic bench and where I am stood.

"Well hello there, aren't you all very cute." The man says, crouching slightly to the height of my boys.

All six of them send him the most deadliest glare that I have ever seen emerge from them, they scowl and grumble threatening words to the man who seems unfazed.

"I'm sorry, they're not very talkative." I lightly laugh, holding my boys close to me to prevent them attacking the man before me.

"No worries." He grins. "Now I do insist on my offer. A stunning lady like you shouldn't have to carry so much."

Before I can even begin to intervene, he reaches out to grab one of the ice-creams.

I gasp so loudly that the fishes in the pond hide away beneath the lily-pads. My eldest son, Perseus, kicks the man right in the place that is not an area which welcomes kicking.

"If my mommy says no, she means no." Percy grits incredibly deathly into the ear of the man who bows down in pain.

"Perseus Stone!" I scold, pulling them all away from the crippling man.

"Oh my goodness I am so sorry!" I squeal, trying my best not to laugh at the sound of my sons giggling behind me.

"Control your kids, woman." Is all he says as he walks away with a slight crouch in his step.

I spin around to my boys who all eat away happily at their apple-flavoured ice-creams, all six of them wearing an accomplished smirk on their face.

"Boys." I scold, trying my absolute hardest not to laugh at the proud smirks on their faces.

"I told him to do it!" My youngest suddenly calls.

"Rock!"

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All six of my sons where the spitting image of their father.

They had his face, his eyes, his scowl, they even had his possessive and territorial ways.

But I had never quite seen the full extent of that until now, where I am just now beginning to realise that Stone really had trained them to be just like him.

My boys were currently ignoring me for speaking to that man at the ice-cream truck, they had stormed upstairs and had slammed their doors in protest, even baby Rock had managed to slam his door.

I had tried everything to reassure them that it was their father whom I was devoted to, yet nothing worked, nothing changed their minds.

I sat alone in the living room, wishing desperately for the silence to be filled with my six boy's' grumbling again.

I practically jumped off the sofa at the sound of the front door opening, my lonesome self instantly running toward the towering stance of my husband.

His eyes desperately search the hallway of our home before landing on me as I emerge from the living room.

I latch myself onto him the minute his arms stretch open, my heart skipping a beat each time his lips press against the skin of my neck where his head is buried.

"I missed you so fucking much." He grumbles, his words muffled as he takes in my apple scented body wash on my skin.

"I missed you too." I say, kissing my husband.

"Did you have fun at the park?" He asks, pressing several kisses on my face.

"Yes." I say, avoiding the subject of his son's' jealousy. "They all got apple-flavoured ice-cream and demanded that they had extra apple sauce."

"That's my boys." He smirks. "Where are they?"

I cower away, hesitant to tell him given the fact that he will not like that they are ignoring me.

"They're upstairs." I mumble. "They are in their rooms."

"Why?" He frowns, bowing his head to read my face. "Medusa baby what is wrong?"

"Go ask your sons. They will explain it better than me."

Stone hesitantly let's me go, pressing his lips to mine once more before quickly ascending the stairs.

As I walk into the kitchen I can hear the heavy footsteps and the opening of six individual doors, hearing the sound of his deep voice vibrating off the floorboards as he gathers them all together.

Suddenly, the voices come to a halt.

There is silence and I pinch my eyes closed in preparation for what is to come.

"Ella!"

————a/n - double update! Hope you are all well <3