"Papa?" The red headed boy asked as he tugged on the Scottish man's blankets. It was two in the afternoon and the man was still asleep. Or at least pretending to be while wallowing in his mind.
"Rory!" You snapped at your little boy, he looked at you with those bright green eyes. "Leave your Papa alone and come eat lunch with me and Kinley." Rory ran towards you, bolting past and going to the kitchen.
You went to the kitchen where you two children were ravishing the sandwiches you had prepared. The two kids ate at almost inhuman speeds but they still were kids.
A doorbell rang right on time, not that their uncle was ever late. You opened the door and Arthur and his kids were standing there. Only four of the five kids were present.
The oldest, Tilly, who was just about eight this year, was standing behind her papa. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back as she lectured her brothers about goofing off again.
The three triplet boys; Landon, Bailey, & Sage were half paying attention to their sister as the pinched and poked each other. The all had dirty blonde hair and thick eyebrows like Arthur.
"Arty!" Kinley and Rory called as they rushed out to meet their uncle and cousins. The little twins ambushed their uncle as he closed the door, most likely trying to herd all six of them in his car.
Moments later, when you positive that they were gone, you went and talked to Iain. You husband had made a little nest of blankets and pillows in the guest bed where he had bee sleeping in for a while. He would have moved in with one of his brothers but they would probably just lick him out again and he couldn't afford a house on his own.
"Iain?" You asked the Scotsman nervously, you hoped he would answer.
"Hmm?" He muttered into the pillow he had by his face. His red hair was tossed all over and if everything were normal, you would make an 'it's alive' comment when he woke up to get coffee and then he would snuggle your waist and plant kisses on your neck while your kids yelled and squirmed about gross parents. Then Iain would harass them and told them that is they said something like that again, he would call Uncle Arthur and he would put a magic spell on them. After that, they would shut up and hang their heads as they tried to eat breakfast fat enough to watch their goofy television shows.
But you family wasn't normal anymore.
After you cheated on him with Alfred, he hasn't come out of his room since he found out. Except for smokes, beer, food and using the toilet.
"I'm sorry," you told him as you hung your head in shame. Three months almost since you said that last. He never believed you about it and continued to grumble around.
"I know." He spoke. Wait. It wasn't a grumble. You looked up and the Scotsman wasn't lying around like a bum. You could look into his eyes, the piercing green looking right into your soul.
"Iain?" You asked shocked.
"What?" He asked you, maybe he was forgiving you. Maybe he still loved you after all that.
"Do you forgive me?" You asked and he stood up, waking towards you.
"Yes, Im sorry. I over reacted," he breathed as he kissed your lips. Not on kiss. No two. Three. Your magic number.
"I won't ever do that again, it's just you were always out. I thought you didn't love me or the kids anymore since you were always out at the bars, never home."
"It's okay, I won't do that again. I promise," Iain told you as he wrapped you closer.
"Iain," you told him softly.
"Yes?"
"I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"I'm pregnant." The look on his face at that was priceless.