down and gives me a quick kiss on the side of the head. “I would give anything to be having this baby with you instead of Jessa.”
“I know, and I love you, but you don’t need to worry. We’ve been safe.”
The moment those words leave my lips, I hear the blaring sound of Bull’s pager going off in the other room. “Shit,” he mutters as he leans back down, kissing my lips before heading out the door without a second look.
“Make sure you go see a doctor,” he yells moments before the front door slams.
Rolling my eyes, I turn to my side and snuggle down into my blankets. I find a nice and cozy position, close my eyes, and dream of a little baby with the biggest blue eyes.
I wake up to the sounds of laughter and little feet running down the hallway. I know it won’t be long until I’m invaded by little people, and I try to gauge how I’m feeling. My stomach seems settled for now, so it’s definitely not as bad as this morning, but I’m not out of the woods just yet. Hopefully, the worst is over.
Looking over my shoulder, I try to remember where I last put my phone. I spot it sitting next to the bed and reach over before hitting the button to light up the screen.
9:45 am. Holy shit.
My eyes bug out of my head. I don’t ever remember a time where I’ve slept in so late, and that thought alone fills me with dread. I can only imagine what I’m going to wake up to. The house probably looks like a bomb has gone off, especially judging by the sounds of cheeky laughter coming from the kitchen.
Realizing I’m so far behind in my day, I give myself a little pep talk before walking to the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth and get myself presentable for the day. After sending up a little prayer to the big man upstairs that my house is still in one piece, I make my way out, hoping that it’s not as bad as I think it’s going to be.
With my arms full of barbies, handbags, and stuff I have collected along the way to the coffee machine, I toss it all in the general direction of the girls’ toy box, knowing that I can deal with later. There are much more important things right now, like getting that first sip of scalding coffee to hit my tongue and making all my problems disappear.
I turn around, and the pain of a parent’s worst nightmare hits me; LEGOS. I hate it. I stumble forward, probably standing on every single piece the girls own before stumbling down to my knees. “Shit,” I groan, blowing my hair out of my face.
Before bothering to get up, I glance around my home, trying to work out just how bad this is going to be. I find Coby sitting on the ground with one of my mixing bowls between her legs, the largest one, of course. There’s a tipped over cereal box next to her, and she’s currently in the middle of pouring every last drop from the carton of milk, spilling it everywhere, though thankfully getting some in her bowl.
Ryan on the other hand is standing on the counter, trying to reach the higher cupboards. I have no doubt she’s after the pancake mixture, and I dread to think where she was going with that idea.
I can’t exactly get mad at them right now. I’ve been asleep, and I completely missed breakfast, but I’m really not feeling well enough to deal with this disaster just yet.
People wonder why I’ve nicknamed my children Monster and Hurricane, and this right here is exactly why.
The front door slams open, and Zoey comes though, scaring the absolute shit out of me. “Fuck, Zo. Are you kidding me?” I say with a hand on my chest, trying to steady the rapid beat of my heart.
I quickly glance at the clock, checking the time because she’s usually at work right about now. The witch breaks out in the biggest smile, and that alone makes me want to throw one of the girls’ barbies at her head.
“Oh, my God. This is too funny,” she laughs, leaning forward and holding her stomach as she takes it all in before pointing towards the kitchen, “But also not surprising.”
“Mmhmm. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?” I look to my best friend, mentally trying to ignore the