One Year Later…
“This isn’t really helpful,” Reese said, smiling down at his son, who was doing his best to drool all over his big sister’s baseball.
“Well, he seems happy,” Mikey said quietly as she shot a nervous glance towards the closed bathroom door where her mother had been hiding for the past hour.
“Yes, he does,” Reese said, smiling down at Nathaniel before glancing at his other son to make sure that Zachary was still sleeping.
“Is it always going to be like this, Dad?” Mikey asked, worrying her bottom lip.
“Only for the first six months,” he said, hoping that this pregnancy wasn’t going to be as rough as the last one.
“So, three more months,” Mikey said, squishing her face up as she reached down and tickled her brother’s foot.
“Maybe we should call Uncle Roger?” she suggested.
“Don’t call him that,” he said with a mock glare for his little girl even as he had to wonder how the bastard managed to wrap every woman around his little finger. Well, everyone but his sister, he thought with a smile, thinking about just how much he enjoyed watching as his sister eviscerated the bastard every chance she got.
“Might as well,” Mikey said with a shrug.
“Traitor,” he said, leaning over to give his son a kiss before getting up to go check on his wife.
“Can Sebastian come over?” Mikey asked, which meant that her best friend was already on his way.
“Sure. Just try to keep it down so that your mother can rest,” he said, leaning over to pick Nathaniel up so that he could put him in the playpen next to his brother’s before heading towards the bathroom.
He didn’t bother knocking. He simply walked inside the bathroom and-
“Twins,” she said with a whimper from where she lounged in the bathtub. “Really, Yummy?”
“Well, it is the fastest way to get those ten kids that we talked about,” he pointed out, chuckling when she shot him a murderous glare.
“Not funny, Yummy. Not funny,” she said, closing her eyes with a sigh.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asked, taking a knee by the side of the tub so that he could reach into the tub and place his hand on her belly.
“Better,” she said, placing her hand over his.
“Sara’s going to be home soon. She said she’d watch the boys so that we could have a night to ourselves,” he said, looking forward to spending the night making love to his wife.
That is once the nausea passed and she no longer wanted to go for his balls.
“I could really kill that bastard,” she said, shaking her head in disgust.
“I know, sweetheart,” he said, knowing that she probably would have done just that if he hadn’t managed to lock her in a closet when she’d found out that Sara had walked in on her husband fucking his secretary.
“As soon as I have the babies I’m going to do just that,” she promised with a nod, making him bite back a smile.
“I think Eric might beat you to it,” he said, trying not to think about their other roommate, still wondering how that happened.
“I’ve never seen him that angry before,” she said, shifting onto her side so that she was facing him.
“Thank you for being so sweet about them staying here,” she said with a wobbly smile that had him leaning in to kiss her.
“They’re your family, sweetheart. They’re always welcome here,” he said, deciding that it wouldn’t get him any extra points if he mentioned how close he was to killing the little bastard at work since she’d probably already figured that out.
He still wasn’t sure how he’d got stuck with Eric. One day he’d just showed up, claimed the bedroom on the first floor and started working for Uncle Jared as his right-hand man. Eric now ran the office, did payroll, and busted Reese’s ass over every project, demanding receipts, copies of his plans, and bugged the shit out of him to help with every project. If it wasn’t for the insane amount of money that his uncle threw at him to work for him and the benefits, he probably would have shoved the little bastard into a tub of concrete and left him to rot.
“I have to tell you something,” she said with a cryptic look that had his full attention.
“What?”
Worrying her bottom lip, she said, “I brought the boys to see Roger today.”
“Did he hit on you again?” he bit out, hating the fact that he was the kids’ pediatrician, but he couldn’t deny the fact that the bastard really was the best.
She waved it off with a, “Of course he did. I’m hot, but that’s not what I have to tell you.”
“Are the boys okay?” he asked, shifting his attention back to the closed door.
“Boys are fine,” she promised him.
“Then what do you have to tell me?” he asked, returning his attention back to find Kasey biting her lip.
“I may have done something bad.”
“How bad?” he asked, narrowing his eyes on the woman that loved to keep him on his toes.
“Well, after the boys’ appointment, I took them to the grocery store and I may have run across someone that you know, who may have pissed me off enough for me to make her cry,” she said, giving him a sheepish smile.
“Who?” he asked slowly, not sure that he really wanted to know.
“Missy,” she mumbled.
“I see.”
“I couldn’t help myself.”
“What did you do?” he asked, closing his eyes on a resigned sigh.
“Well, it really depends on who you ask,” she hedged.
“I’m asking you.”
“Besides making her cry?” she said, making his lips twitch.
“Yes.”
“Well, it happened so fast that I really couldn’t put my finger on any one thing.”
“Kasey,” he said, trying not to laugh.
“I can’t take all the blame since the boys were really the ones to break her spirit,” she said, nodding solemnly.
“They’re only six months old,” he pointed out.
“And apparently they can hold a grudge,” she said with an innocent expression that he wasn’t buying for a second.
“Apparently,” he murmured in agreement.
“And, I don’t think it really helped matters when Sara-”
“Wait, Sara was there?”
“We were supposed to have lunch together,” she said, averting her gaze.
“And you didn’t have lunch, did you?” he guessed.
“Well, after the incident we decided that it would probably be for the best if we came home after we finished shopping, which of course took longer since we had to go to a different grocery store.”
“And why did you have to switch grocery stores?” he asked when he knew better.
“We really couldn’t stay there once the screaming started, could we?”
“Umm, no?”
“Exactly,” she said, nodding in agreement as he sat there, really trying not to smile. “So, once we cleared things up with the police and-”
“The police were called?”
“From what I’m told it’s the normal procedure for this kind of thing.”
“Do I want to know?” he asked, rubbing his hands down his face to hide his smile.
“Probably not, but we did manage to keep Mikey from-”
“Mikey was there?” he asked, dropping his hands away from his face.
“She had an appointment after the boys.”
“And what did she do to involve the police?”
“Well, I really don’t think that she did anything, but Sebastian-”
“Sebastian was there, too?”
“Yeah, since I was picking Mikey up early from school he asked if he could come along to help with the boys,” she said with a shrug.
“And what did Sebastian do?”
“I’m not really sure,” she said, scrunching up her face adorably, “but whatever it was had Missy screaming hysterically.”
“You know what? I don’t think I want to know,” he said, chuckling as he leaned in and kissed her.
“It’s probably for the best, Yummy,” she agreed, smiling as she wrapped her arms around him. “It’s probably for the best.”