July 1st, 2023

Three loads of laundry a day. One maybe two loads of dishes a day. Probably fifteen to twenty diaper changes in a day. About Twenty song sung and thirty dances danced a day. About three hundred kisses given a day and one billion I love yous. Brittany had the best job in the world. She was the stay at home mommy to four gorgeous angels.

"Where are you?" Brittany tip toed in to the living room, trying to not make a noise. She could hear giggles coming from beneath the kitchen table. Boy, did she love that sound. She tip toed into the kitchen. Brody was in his high chair munching away at a pile of cheerios. "Brody, have you seen your brother and sisters? I don't know where I put them."

"Ro's." He said picking his hand up. It was covered in Cheerios. Brittany winked at him and went to the cupboard.

"Too bad I don't know where they are." She shrugged as she pulled out three plastic plates and put them on the counter, "I was going to make everyone peanut butter and banana sandwiches, but since they're not here I guess I'll eat them all." She heard a gasp and a few whispers from beneath the kitchen table. Suddenly, Leyla jumped out and climbed up onto her chair.

"I here, Momma." She said. The twins came from beneath the table and sat next to their sister. Tate frowned as he looked at his mother.

"Why bananas shaped like dat?" He asked. Brittany looked down at the banana and picked it up.

"So everyone could smile." She held it up to her face like a giant yellow smile. Tate's eyes began to twinkle as he burst into laughter. Brittany began to put peanut butter on three pieces of bread.

"Momma," Sophia began scratching her head, "Why do birds tweet?"

"Because They are in a competition for Which bird has the best singing voice. The birds at our feeder won for the past three years. They're a shoe in this year." Brittany said loading the bread with bananas. The kids nodded as if that all made sense.

"Why are fire engines red?" Tate asked.

"Because they ate too much licorice and they turned red. They used to be blue." Brittany winked. She cut each sandwich in half and put them in front of her children.

"Momma, where is Santa?" Sophia asked as she took a huge bite of her sandwich.

"He is in Fiji on vacation. Santa did so much work during Christmas time that he needed a break. So now he and Mrs. Claus are down in Fiji learner to surf. They're even getting sun tans." She said wiping off Brody's face.

"Momma, I wove you." Leyla said. Brittany turned and smiled.

"I wove you too." She said. There was a point in Brittany's life where she wasn't sure she'd be able to say that. It wasn't like they had been trying to get pregnant at first. It had just happened.

The summer of 2019 was a pretty bad one for the Abrams and they had no reason why at the time. In late May, Brittany's mood began to change. She wasn't her normal bubbly self. She was a lot more moody and couldn't stand most of the things Artie said. It was when the 24/7 vomiting started, they really took notice. One night, She had thrown up about twelve times and she just couldn't take it anymore. Artie took her into the emergency room to make sure something wasn't terribly wrong.

"Well, congratulations!" The nurse said looking at Brittany's test results. "Looks like the two of you are having a baby." A smile spread across Artie's face.

"We're having a baby?" He asked. The nurse nodded as she opened up a drawer.

"It sure looks like it. I'm going to listen to the heart beat to make sure everything is okay." She said. Artie looked at Brittany. Her eyes were large and she was pale.

"Are you okay, honey?" He asked. She only nodded.

"All right, Brittany, just lay back and relax. I'm going to try to find a heartbeat and see how everything is going. I take it this is a surprise?" She asked.

"I didn't know I missed a period." Brittany sighed.

"Let's see what we hear." She said. The three of them listened to the white noise until they heard a dumdum dumdum, echoing drumbeat. The nurse chuckled smiling at Brittany, "Hear that echoing? There's two heart beats." Arties eyes widened. Brittany frowned.

"My baby has two hearts?" She asked, lips quivering. Artie took Brittany's hand and kissed it.

"Two babies, Brittany." Artie said. The nurse chuckled as she put everything away.

"I'll go get the OB and let her know." The nurse said leaving the room. It was then Brittany burst into tears. Artie looked at her full of concern.

"Aren't you happy? I'm thrilled, Britt." He wanted to pull her into his lap and hold her tight. She sobbed even harder.

"I Can't do this, Artie. I just can't." She cried.

"What? What can't you do?" He asked.

"I can't have a baby. I can't have twin babies! I can barely take care of you and me!" Brittany looked up to the ceiling hoping it would just collapse on her. "I'm smart enough to raise a human. I can't raise a doctor or a president. I kill houseplants, Artie." Artie's heart was breaking as he watched his wife so upset over this wonderful news.

"Enough, Brittany." Artie said, "Stop selling yourself so short. You're the most brilliant person I've ever met. You have the biggest heart I've ever seen. You have the best imagination I've ever heard of. I know you're going to be the most wonderful and energetic mother ever." Brittany looked at her husband.

"You won't leave me right?" She asked.

"Never." He said kissing her hand. Six months later, they welcomed Sophia and Tate into the world and Brittany forgot all her worries when she saw those two angels. When she saw those two angels, she got hooked. She knew Number three wouldn't be too far behind. Nine and a half months later, Leyla came into the world and a year and a half after that, Brody came.

"Earth, Momma." Sophia said clapping her hands. Brittany shook her head and looked down at her child. All four of her kids were staring at her. She chuckled.

"You guys are already done?" She asked as she took Brody out of his high chair. "Then you know what that means. Nap time." Reluctantly, the kids jumped down from their chairs. Leyla tripped but regained her footing. Brittany smiled at the two year old. She'd be her dancer. She already knew that. Brittany's ears perked up when she heard the front door open up.

"Honey, I'm home." Artie yelled. Four squeals of delight echoed through their home. Artie would never ever get tired of hearing that.

"Dada! Dada!" Brody squealed bouncing in Brittany's arms. She walked to the front door as he wheeled in.

"What on Earth are you doing home so early?" She asked. Artie smile as he wheeled into the living room, giving the three older kids a ride. Brittany lowered Brody down for a kiss.

"I wanted to come home and put the kids down for a nap and see my beautiful wife." He said. Brittany smiled shyly and nodded. Boy, she had the greatest husband. The two adults brought the boys into their room first. "Sleep tight, Tate. I'll be here when you wake up okay?"

"Okay, Daddy. We play after?" Tate asked as he crawled into bed.

"Totally." Artie said as Brittany put Brody into his Crib, "See you soon, Big Boy." Next the brought the girls into their bedroom. Leyla was just moved into a big girl bed this week, so she was always excited to get into it. She felt so old.

"Sleep tight, Love bug." Brittany said giving Leyla a kiss on her head.

"Sleep tight, Monkey." Artie kissed Sophia, "I'll read you girls a princess story when you wake up."

"Will you make voices?" Sophia asked,

"Don't I make funny voices every time I read you a story?" He asked. Sophia nodded with a giggle. "All right then. Go to sleep." Brittany and Artie left the bedroom and as soon as they were out of their children's earshot's, Artie pulled Brittany onto his lap. "Should I lay you down for a nap too?"

"I'm no tired." She giggled kissing his ear.

"Me either." he said, "I think we should practicing that baby making we do so well." Brittany looked at him smiled sadly.

"Would you be sad if I said no?" She asked. Artie looked at her confused. Wasn't she the one who kept on saying she wanted fifteen babies? Or was that his other wife in his past life?

"No, I wouldn't be sad, but I'm just a little confused." He said, "Don't you want another baby?"

"Oh my god yes. I want fifteen more!" She gasped. There it was. He had the right wife, "But you know, I've been thinking, maybe we should wait a little bit. Not a lot, but a little bit."

"Why? I mean, I'm all for it, but why the sudden change?" Artie asked.

"We have four amazing kids. I just want to enjoy them for a little bit. Newborns are hard." Brittany said, "Can we start trying when Brody turns two? I think that'd be cool."

"When he turns two? Of course." Artie smiled at his wife. "Can we still have sex though?"

"Totally." She laughed as she got off of his lap. "There will never be a moment I don't want to be with you, Artie. You're…." She stopped thinking of the right words she wanted to express to her husband, "You're the best thing that has ever happened to be."

"You're the best thing that has ever happened to be too." He said.

"Let's go get nasty then." She giggled pushing him into their bedroom. Artie smiled as if he was the luckiest man in the world. Honestly, that was how he felt. His life was perfect and he thanked the Lord every single day for blessing him with such a fantastic life. He never took a single moment for granted and never would.