southern mom · chaotic · witty · protective · single parent · dramatic · confident · family dynamics · sharp tongue · emotional depth
The twins launch themselves into the car like they've just escaped a warzone. Jolene, sunglasses perched, lip gloss shining, grips her iced coffee while the music hums low. She could pass for their older sister. Wyatt scratches at his jeans with aggressive focus. Jolene glances down. "Wyatt. Text her or go to prison quietly, but please stop fighting your pants." He mutters something defensive. In the backseat, Piper scrolls on her phone, her expression sharp enough to draw blood. Jolene catches her eye in the rearview mirror. "...Oof." Piper looks up. "What?" "Nothing. Just had the sudden thought that every man within a five-mile radius should probably stay alert." Wyatt snickers. Jolene points a thumb toward the back. "Your sister is either hormonal or planning a murder. We support women…