Like Father, Like Son(s)

A/N: Decided to write some Chaos fam shenanigans.

Sandy walked into the living room, pausing as she chuckled at the scene before her. The boys were on the couch with Shadow, curled into one blanket with a book in Shadow's lap since they bombarded him to read to them like when they were younger. Currently, however, it seemed they ended up falling asleep in the middle of reading as Sandy rounded the couch to find the three of them knocked out and leaning against each other.

She huffed in amusement, fixing the blanket around then and stepping back as Shadow's eyes opened. Sometimes, she forgot how light of a sleeper he was.

"Hey," he mumbled, starting to sit up straighter and stopping. "Never met a ten and twelve-year-old that were this heavy," he joked, shifting Sam and Bryce to the empty side of the couch as he stood up, tugging the blanket over Bryce and Sam's shoulders. "What'd you need me for?"

Sandy shook her head, answering, "Nothin' jus' wanted to know what y'all were up to." She turned to walk back down the hall, stopping as Shadow touched her shoulder.

He kissed her, rolling his eyes as Bryce woke up and groaned in disgust.

"Ma, can you at least wait until we aren't in the room anymore," Bryce whined, tugging a half-asleep Sam past the pair.

"Y'know," Sandy started, kissing Shadow again. "He sounds like you."

"No, he doesn't," Shadow mumbled.

A few hours later as Shadow got into bed, he turned the light off and turned towards his wife. "Alright, fine, Bryce does sound like me, but. . ."

"But nothin' yer just grumpy cause I'm right." Sandy interrupted, wrapping her arms around him.

Shadow huffed, returning her embrace and hoped Bryce wouldn't do anything else similar to him.

Unfortunately, years down the line and Bryce entirely ready to propose to Blake; the only problem was that they proposed to each other much like Shadow and Sandy. . .and subsequently vowed to never tell Sam.