Some Call it Life

[.:A Second Look at Life:.]

Author Notes: Okay people here is the second real chapter. I skipped a few years ahead of the Omake Mini Story. They now have three children and another one the way. ^-^V I don't know if this is as fluffy as the first chapter but I tried. If it sucks you can just blame it on those rabid plot bunnies *climbs on table* Back beast! Back beast! Any who all things still apply about grammar and etc. Enjoy and maybe I throw another Omake your way. :)*)

Copyrights: All things belong to rightful owners. Just borrowing and making everything my own. Pure fandom you bigwigs, no profit made. But I did get allot of nice reviews from allot of nice peps. 333 to reviewers.

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Love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endure his torment willingly. - Proverb

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He could see the time on the digital alarm clock out of the corner of his right eye. Three am flashed in an eerie green glow. It seemed to taunt him with its constant blinking. Laughing at him with its glow. "Hahahahah. It's three am and you ain't getting no sleep tonight" it seemed to say in mockery.

He fount it amazing with a Queen size bed he had very little room for himself. It wasn't a big surprise that he couldn't sleep. After all with the number of bodies surrounding him he was even more amazed that he hadn't been pushed out of the bed in the first place. The thought of the littlest one in the bed said roll over came to his mind.

Four people (excluding himself) and two over feed animals gave him very little room to move. So he laid quietly on his side, with Alex's chubby toddler fingers twisting his hair, Cheyenne kicking him in the back, and his wife snoring loudly. The only reason his other son Sean wasn't causing him any problems was the fact he was curled up nicely beside his pregnant mother. He assumed that once the fourth child arrived he would have to take his choices between the bathtub and the lumpy sofa downstairs as his resident of rest. At least George (the cat) and Mudpie (the dog) had the curtsy to sleep at his feet.

The children did have their own beds. Cheyenne had a very lovely canopy bed that had taken Phil and himself six hours to assemble. It had a cute comforter with dancing ballerinas and a matching sham. Sean and Alex shared a bedroom and in that bedroom was twin beds. Each boy had a Superman comforter, which their mother detested but bought anyway. All the children had nice beds, with nice mattress, and nice soft pillows but they seemed to prefer their parents' bed when it stormed.

There had been a summer storm that had ended two hours ago. It had been complete with rain, thunder, and lighting. Two of the things the boys hated. Sean and Alex had wormed their way into their parents' bed twenty minutes after bedtime. About a hour later Cheyenne got up to use the bathroom with George and Mudpie under feet and had discovered her brothers had wormed their way into their parent's bed again. Feeling jealous and left out Cheyenne and company had joined them. He had given up his pillow to his daughter, his arm room to Alex and his toe wiggling room to the animals. Sean had been kind enough to curl up with his mother and bring his own pillow. Eight hours later he was still uncomfortable and unable to sleep.

He watched the clock flash 3:23 and knew he'd be completely useless at the clinic tomorrow. Maybe he could get Sarah to take over for the day and sleep at his office. Or perhaps he could just take a go to hell day and stay home in bed. Once Angelica had the kids dressed and off for school and daycare he could get some shuteye. Or she might just leave the boys with him since he wasn't going to work and he might fall asleep and the children might burn the house down. No. He'd go to work and let Sarah handle everything. She was qualified. But then Sarah might call in sick and then he'd be stuck at work actually working. He groaned. More at the thought of a sleepless work day then at Cheyenne kicking him. After eight years he was use to Cheyenne sleeping habits.

He was also use to his wife snoring (then denying it in the morning), Alex's need to hog the bed, and Sean having to have something to hug before he felt comfortable enough to sleep. He'd even gotten use to the muddy dog and shedding cat at his feet. Come to think of it he had gotten use to allot of things when it came to being a father and a husband.

He'd gotten use to Angelica shaving her legs with his razors. He'd gotten use to her redecorating the house every six months and her occasion ability to make a mountain out of a molehill. He had also gotten use to the way she drove and they way she added tofu to most of the meals. He had gotten use to her obsession with sweets and her fad exercise plans. He had gotten use to Angelica's need to buy him clothing he only wore because it made her happy and her moody swings in and out of pregnancy. He had gotten use to her yelling and her needed to say "Go to hell" when she was in a bad mood and knowing she didn't mean it. He had gotten use to her sing in the shower and waking up beside her every morning, which he never got tired of.

He'd gotten use to Cheyenne dressing all in green. He gotten use to her fascination with ballet and her favorite television programs he couldn't stand. He was use to driving her to soccer practice and cheering her on from the sidelines. He was use to the way his daughter skipped instead of walking and woke up at six on Saturday to watch cartoons. He was use to the way she pouted and the way she pampered her pets. He was use to helping her with her homework. He was use to drawing on the sidewalks with her and braiding her blond hair. He was use to the way she aggravated Sean when she was bored and they way she tried to get Alex to like her best. He was use to hearing her calling him Daddy and it still made him melt every time.

He had gotten use to Sean and Alex being complete opposite. He'd had got use to Sean teasing his brother and had gotten use to Alex teasing him right back. He had gotten use to the boys bouncing on the sofa when their mother wasn't in the room and the way Sean made up tall tales. He had gotten use to Alex fear of worms and Sean love of country music. He had gotten use to Alex only eating red things and Sean hating peas. He had gotten use to the boys running around at the clinic and knocking things over in the office. He had gotten use to Sean and Alex hiding Cheyenne toys when she wouldn't play with them and both boys' love of wrestling.

He had gotten use to a lot of things. Things like cereal in the cat bowl and frogs in the bathroom sink. He had gotten use to slumber parties and wearing a tie. He had gotten use to ice cream runs after ten o' clock and toys in his bed. He had gotten use to having three children and another on the way. He had gotten use to having a wife who liked to argue with him. He had gotten use to Angelica, Cheyenne, Sean, and Alex being a part of his life and knew he couldn't do without them.

Even if they all hogged his bed.

He glanced at the alarm for rest of the night. He watched the minutes slowly pass by and slowly turn into hours. He watched the sun begin to rise from were he laid and adored the oranges and pink sky. He watched Alex sleep and heard Angelica taking in her sleep. He felt Mudpie stir and George stretching from below. He squeezed his daughter hand gently when she wrapped her arms around him in her sleep. He ran his fingers through his wife's velvety hair. He could see Sean chest rise and fall as he slept and smiled when Alex wrapped a strand of his father's red hair around his index finger. He laid there for rest of that morning watching his wife and children sleep and knew he was witnessing something special.

Suddenly he didn't care what time it was or how much room he had. He didn't care if Sarah would cover for him at work or if Sean and Alex didn't go to daycare. He didn't care if Cheyenne had his pillow or if his wife slept peacefully when he couldn't. What mattered to him was these people loved him and he loved them. He had a beautiful wife who meant the world to him and three beautiful children had blessed him.

His life was good. His life was great. His life was perfect or damn near close.

He could see the time on the digital alarm clock out of the corner of his right eye but he chose to ignore the flashing numbers. The sun had rose and light poured in through the windows and he wondered how it was possible to fit four angels in a Queen size bed.

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Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. ~ Henry Van Dyke

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Ending Author Notes: Well that turned out to be rather short. Plot bunnies got tired of gnawing on my leg sprayed them with mace. I do have some things I need to explain. Chuck works at both an office and a clinic in my world. I figure he has a normal vet office and an animal rescue clinic next door. Far as ages go:

Angelica is 32

Chuckie is 31

Cheyenne is 8

Sean is almost 5

Alex is 3

At least I think all that correct. Math was never my best subject. I hope you peps enjoyed this chapter despite the fact it was kinda on the short side. I don't know if there will be a third chapter or even another Omake. As I've said I'm rather on the lazy side. Lazy is my middle name. Guess it depends on how well this one is received and when the plot bunnies return.