Forever Young (open)

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”Okay, baby-” Kiara moved around the stroller in which Gabriel sat strapped with both small hands tightly holding onto his stuffed frog. She had stopped at a random bench at the mall, for a moment squatting down to shove the biggest of both bags that still were in her hand into the compartment underneath. With that out of the way, the blonde rose again and went to sit on the wooden bench, placing the smaller bag next to her, before hands reached forward to undo the safety straps, giving the little smiley face a bit more freedom. Ki continued to keep a close eye on him though, in the meanwhile rummaging through the paper bag with its contents which had been purchased at a small bakery not too far from their current location.

Out of it, she plucked a chocolate-chip muffin. Based on the small curious sound that came from Gabe, the girl could tell this had caught the little one’s attention. It brought a smirk to her lips,slightly tilting her head to the side while holding the sweet-baked good in his sight. ”Does Gabe want this?” Her expression developing into a smile as one hand let go of his plushie in order to try and reach for the muffin.

”Let’s share, okay?” Kiara broke a little piece off of it, watching how his mouth already opened up while it was still a couple of inches away. She managed to retrieve her fingers before it closed again, observing his chubby cheeks move as the treat was unnecessarily being softened. ”And don’t tell daddy because he might get jealous. Deal?” Of course she was joking. The paper bag had another muffin in it. And if Jackson didn’t want it, it would be another great day for Gabe tomorrow.

[Braxton Carson]

Next to muffins, ice-cream were the best edible thing in life. In his hands, Braxton had a beautiful two scoops ice cream cone, the top one of brownie flavor, and the bottom one of French vanilla, long ago the boy had discovered this to be the most perfect combination of flavor to ever exist. The Carson twin felt like he was floating around the mall as he ate his delicious snack, which he believed he deserved for the simple reason of being awesome at life, and heck, he was damn awesome at life.

Oh, but a familiar face threw him off guard and down to earth. His teeth almost cringed, with her, was the most godly thing on the universe, and the most terrifyingly ugly one he could ever lie his eyes upon: muffins and kids. His eyes seemed to become smaller as his face frowned, and he had to hold himself from tightening his hand-grip or it would damage the ice cream cone, and god forbids and a perfect brownie and french vanilla ice cream goes to waste.

"So THAT's it," he almost yelled as he approached Kiara. "You have a kid with him, of course, now it all makes sense," he said while face-palming himself with his free hand. "That's why you didn't want me," he nodded. "Ok, I forgive you, I'm not into MILF's anyway, not that you're one, though, I wouldn't like to..." he looked down at the kid in the stroller, knowing he shouldn't say that word in front of him. "You-know-what you."

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Kiara gave the baby a loving smile as he made his typical grabby hands, clearly having discovered just how delicious this muffin was. Before she could break off another piece though, a loud and familiar voice could be heard, catching the blonde off guard. Wait, what? Honestly, it would be great to confirm those suspicions because then Braxton could finally accept that she was not into him. Except that his last statement brought a frown to her face and she just had to correct him (and be honest with him as well).

” First of all, Gabriel isn’t mine biologically. Second, I’m not a MILF. Third, good, because I wouldn’t like to you-know-what you.” As Gabe appeared to grow fussy, especially as the muffin moved further away from him, it brought Kiara’s attention back to the baby. She gave him another small piece before looking up at Brax again, exhaling a small sigh. ”I… assume you’re still mad at me then?” Based on his reaction and all.

Nevertheless, Ki did shuffle aside some, just in case he felt like plopping down next to her on the bench while consuming his ice cream. ”Oh, or perhaps you want to apologize for the lamp that you broke?” She did state that with a little smile, not wanting him to take that the wrong way, even though there was a lot of chance that would happen either way.

[Braxton Carson]

"Oh pleaaaaaase," Braxton scoffed a Kiara. "You soooo want to you-know-what me, who wouldn't want to?" he asked, not really expecting or desiring an answer. "But I get it, you made up an excuse about not liking me and liking douche-head more just because you didn't want to disrupt your relationship with your daughter," he looked at the baby for the smallest of seconds, almost making a disgusted face at the thing. "It makes perfect sense, don't worry," he nodded, finally at peace with what had happened. "You should have explained it to me first, I never get involved with mothers," reaching his nose with his pinky finger, he picked it deeply for a second or two. "I mean, I have manners," Braxton said confidently.

Licking his ice cream, Braxton noticed a very familiar smell. He looked at the muffin in Kiara's hand carefully, he recognized it. He was actually shocked it took him this long to notice its distinct smell, texture and color. "Banana muffins?!" his eyes turned into a puppy's. "They're from..." he had to confirm it, and so, took a deeper whiff at the air. "Oh god, they're from that bakery around the corner. And they're..." breathing more deeply, he analyzed the scent. "And they were taken out of the oven just thirty minutes ago," the boy's voice was getting higher and higher, and he almost felt floating.

"Not mad at you, sorry for lamp, gimme muffin?" he asked so rapidly that the sentence sounded like one big, long word. Pressing his hands together, he pouted. "I was banned from that bakery months ago and Ethan isn't buying me muffins and, and, and..." Braxton was dying for one of the cupcakes. Suddenly, the ice cream in his hand seemed boring and nowhere near delicious. He was dying for that baked piece of heaven, so trying to trade, the brunette extended his hand with the ice cream at Kiara. "You can have this. It's brownie and and french vanilla, muffin pleeeeeeease?"