Every time she tells her kids to do something they don’t wanna do and they say ‘but mom’ in a whiny voice she’s gonna give them this look and walk away wordlessly just like in this gif. And then they’ll do whatever she’d told them to do because Mama Castle don’t raise no fools.
MAMA CASTLE DON’T RAISE NO FOOLS.
Kate’s feet felt like lead as she made her way into the loft, dropping her keys and bag on the hall table and unbuttoning her coat before sliding out of her heels. After stretching out her sore muscles, she made her way into the kitchen, where Castle was already working on cooking dinner. Joey was sitting at the counter, reading a book and tasting whatever her dad offered to her.
Now, he offered her a bit of the pasta sauce he was cooking.
"Careful," Castle said, "it’s hot." Joey blew on the wooden spoon and cautiously wrapped her lips around it, pulling back and smacking her lips a bit, making Kate smile.
"More garlic," she said, looking up at her dad.
"You sure? We already put enough to kill a whole armada of vampires.”
Joey nodded. “We need enough to kill a whole city, Daddy.”
Castle chuckled. “I guess a pinch more wouldn’t hurt.” He looked up, noticing Kate for the first time. “Oh, look at that; Mommy’s home.” Joey perked up, turning her head and smiling brightly at her mother.
"Hi, Mommy!" she exclaimed. Kate smiled at her and walked over to give her a hug and a kiss hello.
"Hi, Sweetheart," she greeted lovingly. "How was your day at school?"
"Good. I got a 100 on my spelling test!" Joey said, proudly. Kate grinned and leaned down to kiss the seven-year-old on the forehead.
"That’s wonderful, Sweetie," she said. "Extra scoop of ice cream tonight." Joey beamed at her. "So, what are you reading now?" She glanced at the book her daughter had in her hands.
"Nancy Drew!" she exclaimed. "Daddy just got it for me." Kate glanced up at her husband.
"We went through Barnes & Noble after school," he informed her. "I got the boys some Sherlock Holmes as well."
"Getting them into mysteries young, I see," Kate laughed. "You know James and RJ can’t read yet, don’t you?"
"They’re learning," Castle replied. "Besides, they’re the spawn of a mystery novelist and a homicide detective; Sherlock Holmes will make a good bedtime story." Kate rolled her eyes.
"So, where are our other ‘spawn’?” she asked.
"They’re upstairs," Castle told her. "Playing in their room. Can you go get them, though? Dinner’s almost ready."
Kate nodded, giving her daughter one more kiss on the head before making her way upstairs.
When she stopped outside the boys’ room, she couldn’t help but smile. They were playing with their trucks,making vroom vroom noises and knocking them together. RJ giggled when James ran one of his trucks over his brother’s foot, and the boys spoke in little voices when the people in their trucks fell out.
"Hey, boys," she said, alerting them of her presence, "whatcha doin’?"
The boys both turned to look at her, their faces splitting into large grins when they saw her standing there.
"Mommy!" they chorused, both standing up and running at her, full force.
As tired as Kate had been when she arrived at the loft after work, she would never be too tired to pick up her boys. She scooped them both into her arms and rained kisses on both of their faces.
"How was school, Rugrats?" she asked, walking into the room. She placed them both onto the carpet.
"It was good," James said, "Miss Ryder taught us a new song."
"Yeah!" RJ said. "Wanna hear it, Mommy?"
Kate laughed. “Maybe later,” she said, “but right now I want you to clean up and get ready for dinner.”
"Aww, but Mo-om!" James whined. Kate narrowed her eyes at him and RJ pulled him back, leaning to whisper in his ear.
"That’s the look," he whispered, loudly, "you don’t wanna mess with that." she grinned—her boys were smart, she’d give them that. She smiled at them and turned to walk away.
"Mommy?" James’s voice stopped her and she turned back, leaning against the doorway.
"Yes, Baby?" she asked.
"Did you slay any dragons today?" he asked. Kate smiled, thinking about the drug bust she’d assisted what with the lack of murders in NYC this week.
"Yeah," she said, "a whole cave full. Now, clean." With that, she turned, grinning as she heard twin groans following her out.