Hearing the phone ding in her pocket, Chloe pulled it out and began typing. In front of her was a bunch of children walking to the tiny house. She was pretty good at herding them. After sending the message to the group chat, she looked up to find Gavin falling behind again. "Alright, kid. Let's go." She smiled a bit before picking him up into her arms so they could keep up. "Don't want to be late for Gage's party, right?"
Being lifted, the near teen groaned and pushed away from Chloe. He didn't like being treated like the child he knew he was. Each push brought his head back. The tapered fohawk strawberry blonde hair slightly gave a sway even under the light application of hairspray. His eyebrows furrowed in aggression even as he pouted. "I can walk on my own." Sighing, he finally gave up
