I looked around my house. To be honest with you it was a mess. There were toys every wear, clothes and books left on the floor. I looked and watched my eldest DJ tease my youngest Kyle with his toys.
Kyle was like Courtney. Everything had to be perfect. He had my eyes, hair and skin, and had three adorable brown freckles. At three he already liked a clean room. DJ, my eldest, at eight, was exactly like me in every way except his drawers. His clothes were always tidy. My eyes rested on the table, were my six year old daughter Cassie was playing Barbies. Her black hair fell down her back in ponytails. Her pretty pale skin and her bright blue eyes looked beautiful together, an almost Snow White effect. I chuckled remembering how happy Courtney had looked when it had been a girl, something she had waited so long for. The chuckle faded when I realized what the Barbie Mom and Dad (a.k.a. Barbie with short hair.) were doing. They were fighting. I sighed remembering how me and Court went through our fight stage. We fought every minute of the day, and when we weren't fighting we were not talking to each other. It went on for a whole year. I don't remember why we were fighting. Me and Court weren't married then. We had DJ and Cassie,but Cassie was only three. DJ was five, and was more hurt then Cassie that we were fighting. I had couch surfed from Geoff and Bridgette's to Gwen and Trent's, to coming back to Courtney letting me have the apartment. Why Courtney gave it to me I found out through Geoff. She had moved back in with Scott. After she broke up with Scott, over something about a girl named Dawn, we resolved the fight. Which brings me to my second youngest. Alex. Alex was born seven months after we resolved the fight. Courtney and me had talked that I might have a child in a year because I had slept with a girl named Nikki. And she told me that she might have Scott's child. I was furious with this, but did not say anything. I did not want Scott's farm boy scum. As I said, Alex was born seven months later. With red freckles on her shoulders. There was a awkward silence between us when we saw her. She looked at me and I looked at her, and even though I did not want to love her, I did. And so, back in reality, I saw my now almost four year old daughter siting in front of the door, as my beautiful wife Courtney, prepared to go to work.