A/N: I updated! I hope you enjoy this story and thank you so much for the people who reviewed, I'm so glad you all enjoy it so much. C'mon guys, please review – I'm not forcing you to but I get like two reviews per chapter. Well I'm going away all this week for April vacation, but since the next chapter's already done I'll get it up next week depending on free time. So please read and review!

It was seven thirty at night in California, the sun had set and Summer was upstairs giving the boys their baths. Caitlin was in her room blasting music so loud it echoed through out the house and caused Seth to make a trip up to her room, bang on the door while yelling 'Caitlin', but his voice was depleted by the music. It seemed every time he banged or yelled on the door, the music got louder and louder and he just didn't want to deal with it so he let her have her way. As he trotted down the stairs he heard a knock at the door and upon opening it, Ryan stood there on their front step with a smile.

"Hey man, how are you? What do we owe this visit?" Seth said holding the handle of the door so Ryan could walk in.

"I'm fine, just Marissa and I are fighting." He laid his bag on the table against the wall and placed his hands in his pockets as he leaned backwards on his heals.

"Fighting? About what?"

"This fight is because she asked me to go get pizza and I've been exhausted with work and fighting with Britt, and taking care of Kiley – I didn't feel like going out. I also told her that closest place that makes the kind of pizza she asks for is about an hour and half drive and I'm not going to go drive for an hour and half to get a stupid pizza. So she began crying and told me I'm inconsiderate and I don't know anything about what she's going through so I just decided to come over here. If it's a problem I can go… I was just wondering if it'd be alright if I spent the night"

"Sure, sure…. we have the spare bedroom, you know right next to Caitlin's room. Oh, do I remember those raging pregnancy hormones. Believe me it seems like Summer has those all the time even when she's not pregnant - and it's hell when she is."

Summer came running down the stairs behind the boys holding the remaining pieces of clothing in her hands. Brady finished down the last step in pull-ups and his long sleeved basketball pajama shirt and Zachary did the same except he was missing his shirt.

"Uncle Ryan!" Both boys yelled loudly as they hugged him. "Are you sleeping over?"

Ryan nodded and patted their backs "yes, tonight I'm sleeping over."

Summer moved a piece of hair out of her eyes as she exhaled loudly, dressing twin five year olds who never wanted to be still was hard, very hard.

"So Ryan, Marissa finally kick you out?" Summer snapped, she was being a bitch though she had no reason to be.

"Um no, actually, we're just having a little fight but it's nice to see you too."

Seth gave her a look and she held onto the boys placing the remaining clothing onto them and then let both free.

Caitlin came down the stairs unaware of their visitor and after hugging her uncle she pulled back. "So, is Brittany here? Kiley or aunt Marissa?" Ryan shook his head no and Caitlin had no other reason to hang around so she grabbed a quick snack in the kitchen and returned to her room.

Ryan got situated in the spare bedroom while Seth and Summer were putting the boys to bed in their rooms.

"Alright you two. Time to go to bed, let's get you tucked under the covers and then mommy will read you a story." Seth held Zack in his arms and laid him backwards on his bed tucking him under his Bob the Builder bed sheets.

"Mommy can you read the shark book please?" Brady asked as Summer tucked him under his matching covers.

"No! I want to hear the Disney book!" Zachary protested knowing he had a slight chance of not getting to hear what he wanted.

"I have a better idea, daddy will go downstairs with uncle Ryan and I'll read you the book I just bought okay?" Summer grabbed at the new bedtime book, a short little one about bedtime stories she purchased at their local library.

"Fine" They both said lying back down. Seth leaned in giving them both kisses on the forehead and walked out and down to the kitchen grabbing water from the fridge.

Ryan entered the kitchen a few seconds after Seth and sat down at the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"The kids asleep?" He asked leaning towards the bag of chips.

"Summer's reading to the twins and Caitlin doesn't go to sleep until around one or two in the morning…. so sort of." Seth sat down next to his brother and they began talking. "So – did you call Marissa?"

"No."

"Why man, you need to call her. See the thing is no matter what we do we're always going to get on our pregnant wives nerves so what you have to do is accept it. You need to know that they will get angry at us for no reason and that as much as we do nothing to piss them off, we have to apologize and beg for their forgiveness – I mean you've had two kids, you should know this. We're the ones who got them the way they are and we're ungrateful and don't care about what they're going through…. we're the monsters."

Ryan nodded his head and laughed at Seth realizing just how different both of them were now that they were married and had kids. Back in the days where partying and hooking up with how many girls they could in one night was now occupied by kids, sleepless nights and tons and tons of fighting.

"Yeah well I doubt that it's as bad as they say, I swear they do it just because they can." Ryan looked at Seth and they both smiled, wow…. Ryan was going to be a dad again.

"Hmm, so you think it's easy? Let's see you try it and then see how hard you think it is. Men." She hissed as she entered the room catching the last of their conversation.

"Summer, you know that's not humanly possible. And anyways I was always good during your pregnancies – even the last one where you were twice as crazy to the point I wished I was deaf so I couldn't hear your nagging, but no sweetheart, I care deeply. Just glad we'll never have to go through one of those again. So, good luck man."

Ryan nodded his head; yep nine months of craziness was in store for him and then a new crying little baby to make life even more hectic – fun, fun, fun.

"The boys asleep?" Seth asked embracing Summer in a hug.

"Yes, they passed out after the first three pages and they're out like a light."

"So Ryan, how are the kids? I haven't talked to Marissa since the party last week – how's she doing? Do you know what the baby is yet?" Summer began prying.

"Brittany is being a handful it seems like we can't have a conversation with her with out involving yelling and swearing. Kiley's good, and Marissa – well, she's pregnant. No, we don't know the sex yet but for my sake I hope we're having a little boy. I love my girls, but we need more masculinity in the household."

"I've always wanted boys too, and they're great as babies but once they hit the terrible two's…they're crazy. Especially since there's two of them, non-stop running around and we're constantly taking trips to the emergency room. Summer buys band-aids every week. Hopefully their energy level will calm down soon, we're just lucky they're in kindergarten now where they can vent their energy somewhere other then this house." Seth laughed as he stroked Summer's arm and took a sip from his water bottle.

"Yeah, well you have twins we're having one baby and our son won't be crazy. I mean he'd have two sisters" Ryan commented after swallowing a chip.

"And you think that having Brit and Kiley is going to help?" He chuckled and turned to Summer. "Caitlin and the twins are constantly fighting, she hates them and they know it so they're constantly doing whatever they can to piss her off, quite funny actually."

"Great, I didn't even think about that."

Just as they were talking the twins walked down into the kitchen. Their blond hair was a little messy and they were squinting their eyes, sensitive to the light.

"Zachary, Brady. You two are suppose to be sleeping." Seth said picking one twin up on his lap.

"I can't sleep." Brady said drearily. Ryan watched smiling as he studied how great Summer and Seth were with their boys.

"It's past your bedtime and you guys didn't have your usual naps today, you have to be tired. Mommy is very, very tired and I don't have the energy to watch you for another hour." Summer hugged Zachary as he climbed onto her lap and rested his head on her shoulder.

"I can watch them if you want. You and Seth can go to bed." Ryan offered. He had kids so it wasn't going to be too tough or anything.

"No, we wouldn't make you do that and anyways, these two are in trouble. They know when their bedtimes are. Up to bed, now." Summer demanded setting Zack down and Brady soon stood next to him.

"But we're not tired." Brady said, his arms crossed. It seems like more and more everyday they learn something new from their older sister, their new skill lately – arguing.

"Boys, go to bed." Seth looked down at his sons who obviously didn't know what that saying meant.

"We're not tired!" Zack began yelling now.

"Boys, go to bed. Now!"

"No!" Both said in unison.

"I'm going to count to three, if you two aren't upstairs by the count of three, you both will be punished tomorrow. 1…" Summer began counting crossing her arms too.

The boys just stood there, their attitudes a lot like Caitlin's – staying strong until the very end.

"2…"

They still just stood there, Seth couldn't help but begin to laugh and when Summer shot a look at him he soon quieted.

"2½...3. Okay that's it, you two are in trouble." Summer got off her chair and Seth sat on his not helping her whatsoever.

The boys screamed excitedly, a chase was in order and they began running in different directions around their house.

"Boys!" Summer yelled now angry and hit Seth on the arm for not helping. They both took off after their sons and chasing five year olds late at night especially when you didn't have a good day at work, is harder then it seems. Hearing yelling, and screams echoing through out the house Ryan sat there and watched, laughing at Seth and Summer.

After five minutes of chasing after the boys, Seth held Zack and Summer held Brady. The two panting as the boys squirmed just a little red but nothing bad.

"These are the reason why big houses suck." Seth said panting.

"Enough about the house. you two are in huge trouble. Tomorrow you're going to bed an hour early and no dessert. When I mean go to bed, I mean now." The boys started laughing; as Seth couldn't hold it back either. Sometimes when Summer meant to be serious, and those few motherly moments she encountered, were soon shot down by one of the kids and sometimes the kids and her husband's laughter. "This is not funny. Seth – I can't believe you're laughing when I'm punishing our sons. Fine, you think this is funny…. put the boys to bed yourself." She shifted Brady towards Seth and after readjusting Zack, he held the squirming five year olds in his arms. She did a quick "hmph" and turned and walked into the other room. Seth walked up the stairs feeling all mighty, thinking 'okay this isn't that hard' and began putting the twins to sleep.

Summer and Ryan sat in the kitchen, Ryan drinking a beer as Summer sipped on some tea. They heard Seth upstairs with the boys; their eyes set on the ceiling both moving their eyes to the sound of the footsteps from Seth up in the boys' room. Hearing Seth trying to reprimand them followed by some chasing, things soon quieted and Seth returned about ten minutes later, out of breathe, and fell into a kitchen chair.

"Yeah, not so easy is it?" She looked at him with a huge smile, now he was getting a taste of what she had to do mostly every night.

"I don't ever remember having that much energy at five. They're pretty funny too; every time I got up to leave one of them they kept giving me an excuse as to why they shouldn't have to go to bed. Brady told me that he can't go to bed because he's suppose to watch a tv show at eleven and if he doesn't then he'll get made fun of in school…and that after he watches it, he'll go to bed." Seth laughed as he itched the back of his head.

"Kids," Summer and Seth stared at each other and both sighed exhaustingly.

"I should get to bed, see you guys in the morning." Ryan put the empty bottle in the recycling bin and headed up to his room, he changed into his trademark wife beater and some boxers and got settled into bed.

Seth and Summer were downstairs cleaning up their house, and after the kitchen was clean Summer started picking up the twins' toys and placing it in the basket while Seth followed behind her with the basket.

"Should we call it a night?" Seth asked tired, he looked as though he could fall asleep right there standing up, but didn't.

"Yeah. Let's go to bed, I'm exhausted." She winced a little as she placed her hand on her stomach; she had a feeling of nausea and had to sit down due to the feeling of dizziness.

"You alright honey?" Seth asked, he placed the basket down next to the couch and then sat down next to Summer.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just a quick nauseas spell – I think I'm coming down with the flu, I've been feeling sick for the past few days now."

Seth felt her forehead, no fever but she did look pale and extremely tired. "Let's go to bed." As she came to her feet, Seth picked her up in his arms. A slight shriek as he lifted her up, then she wrapped her arms around his neck and tightened her grip.

He raced down the hallway to their bedroom and dropped her on their bed and the two laid down; Summer hoping to take the opportunity to make love – something they haven't done in two months.

"No, no, no. I don't want to get sick I have a job that I need to go to in order to make money to provide for this family. Being sick doesn't sound very pleasing although I hate to turn this offer down, I have to – it's the best thing for this family." Seth kissed her on the forehead and shut off the light on his side of the bed. "I love you."

Summer turned off hers and with an 'I love you', the two drifted off to sleep.

The next morning the smell of bacon filled the house and after being woken up by the boys at five in the morning, Summer and Seth had been up for a while. Ryan joined them two hours later and that's when Summer decided to make breakfast. Caitlin woke up four and a half hours later and immediately got into the shower.

"Ryan, how do you like your eggs?" Summer asked grabbing the carton from the fridge.

"Over easy, thanks." Seth and Ryan sat at the kitchen table, Seth engaging in his morning newspaper and Ryan reading whatever Seth was done with. The boys were playing with their fire and police cars but when the place seemed to quiet down, no one really noticed.

A large scream came from upstairs and a few seconds later the twins came stealthily running down the stairs into the kitchen and immediately grabbed Summer's legs for cover. Caitlin came running down the stairs, a towel wrapped around her body and another towel on top of her head, she stood there extremely irritated. She wasn't fully dried off and was still a little soapy due to her shower being cut short because her little brothers flushed the toilet.

"What is going on?" Seth asked walking to Summer, both getting into parent mode.

"They flushed the toilet when I was in the shower and the water turned ice cold. I'm going to kill them!" She said charging towards them but was stopped by her father. A puddle formed from underneath her and after Seth stopped her, he wiped his hands off on a nearby dishtowel.

"Hey, don't talk to them like that." Seth looked at his daughter but was interrupted from the laughter of Ryan.

"This is not funny uncle Ryan. I can't believe you're letting them get away with this, I could have gotten frost bite or…or – I don't know, but this isn't fair!" She was irate, basically the only 'alone' time she has was interrupted by her stupid little brothers, and now they weren't going to get punished? Typical. Parents always favoring the younger ones.

" They're only five Caitlin, they don't know any better." Summer put her hand behind her back, and placed it on Zack's shoulder.

"This is so typical. The 'they're five they don't know' better speech, I can't believe this. So if I were five I wouldn't get in trouble? This isn't fair – if I did that to them I'd get in trouble. T-this, this is complete favoritism. If they set the house on fire you and mom would be like oh how cute! Yet if I did it, I'd be grounded for the rest of my life. "

"Yeah but your fifteen and you know not to do things like that." Seth looked at his wife who was looking more tired then yesterday and gave up with this and continued to make breakfast.

"This isn't fair! I hate this family, and my life!" She stormed out of the room leaving puddles wherever she stepped. Seth rolled his eyes and headed towards the table to finish his newspaper.

Ryan continued to laugh and Seth sat back down at the table and set Brady on his lap.

"What's so funny?" Seth asked flipping through the newspaper to see if there was any good news while Brady kept pointing at random things and asking what it meant.

"Just how this house reminds me of mine. The fighting, screaming, you know – all the joys of having kids." Ryan picked up Zack and bounced him on his knee, while Zack tried hard to keep his balance.

"Breakfast is ready." Summer placed a plate of eggs, toast, bacon and hash browns in front of both guys and with that both started chomping away. The twins watched the guys in amazement; their dad and uncle were the fastest eaters they've seen in their five years of being alive.

"Are you going to call Marissa?" Summer asked placing a plate in front of her with as much as both of the guys' servings combined.

"Yeah, after breakfast. As much as I hate to say this, it's nice just getting a break from responsibilities and pregnant wives." Ryan said eating a piece of bacon.

Seth gave her a confused look as she began shoving food into her mouth. "Hungry?" He asked.

"What? Now I can't even eat with out you questioning me? I don't point out how much food you eat, which I must add is a lot. I'm just hungry, can't a person be hungry with out her husband calling her a pig?" She got very defensive and but the quirk didn't seem to stop her from eating either.

"I'm not, I'm just saying you usually don't eat…" he chose his words carefully as to not enforce a fight. "…as much as you're eating now. And I didn't call you a pig."

"Yeah but that's what you meant. You want to act like this? Fine – I'll go finish my meal in the living room." She picked up her plate and ambled into the living room, stomping her feet angrily.

Ryan looked over at Seth who was shaking his head, he just could never seem to make his 'girls' happy and whatever he said wasn't right and it always caused some uproar.

"What was that about?" Ryan asked finishing his plate off.

"I don't even know, but lately she's been acting so cranky. Must be that time of the month or something." He scrunched his forehead as he was definitely confused but that was Summer's new mood. He didn't call her a pig and he was just making an observation about her food intake. Now he knows never to say anything again.

"Yeah, well I live with three girls, two of which act this way all the time, all-the-time." He looked up at Seth who froze as he looked over at Ryan. "And who knows if this one will be a girl. Not to mention that Kiley will be a teenager in, I don't know…. ten years but still, that'll be fourteen years with the next one – and I'm not getting any younger, yet we keep having more and more kids." Ryan did that in one breath and at the end he began panting as he sat back in his chair.

"Man, I don't know what to tell you. Oh, just that I also live with two women who both are crazy twenty-four seven but my words of wisdom to you is," he stood from his chair grabbing his plate and continued. "Good luck. You're going to need it." He laughed, patting him on the back and setting the dishes in the sink. He left Ryan alone and headed up the stairs and began to turn the corner down the hall and then stopped hearing Summer and the boys in their room.

"Zack, I said sit still. Mommy needs to put your shirt on before you can play, hold still." Summer had Zack sitting on her lap; wiggling around as Brady came and the two began fighting over a toy. She had a short sleeved, red shirt with a fire truck on it and as she had it over his head he squirmed off her lap and ran on the other side of the room.

"How's it going?" Seth asked, Summer sighing loudly and then rubbed her forehead.

"It's going great, just great." She stood up from the end of the bed and grabbed the shirt for Brady and tried to get him to stay still while she put it on.

"Summer…." He began as he leaned against the doorframe watching her with their sons. "Is there something going on lately, I don't know, maybe something's upsetting you or…."

She pushed hair from her face as the sentence made her tense up and jump into defense mode. "Nothing! Nothing is wrong with me, is there something wrong with you?" She sprung from the end of the bed, irate and full of anger.

"N-no nothing's wrong. I'm just saying that lately you've been acting, I don't know, different? You're more tired lately, and irritable and your eating habits have changed – is, is there something you want to tell me?" He chose his words carefully as to not cause nay more damage to the situation.

"Different? Hmm, more tired, cranky you say? You try taking care of three kids who never give you a moments rest. Try taking care of a husband, clean an enormous house, cook and still manage to find time to keep your sanity! You try doing all that and keep a smile on your face. Here, why do something different and take care of your sons." She gathered the clothes in her hands and pushed them hard into Seth's chest. With a snigger, she walked out of the twins' room and slammed the door to Seth and Summer's bedroom as she reached it.

Seth tightened up and scrunched his eyes with the slam and looked down at the twins, biting his lip. "Okay boys, this can't be so hard. Let's get you dressed." He bent down to pick up Zack but thinking that it was playtime, he ran in the opposite direction squealing as he ran. "Zack, this isn't funny." He grabbed Zack by his arms and held him in place; and pulled the shirt down over his head, letting him free once he was done. He then remembered there was one more and his job was halfway done. With more struggle and about ten minutes of trying to chase Brady down, he finally got him dressed then exhaustedly threw in his gloves. His hair had the wind blown look and was more tilted back then normal.

Seth jadedly walked down the hallway towards their bedroom and as his hand reached the doorknob he noticed it was locked. "Very funny honey, c'mon – open up." Seth shook the doorknob some more and realized she wasn't going to open it. "Summer, open the door"

"No – I think I'll be different in our bedroom, alone, with out company." Her tone was snotty and more of a payback for what Seth said.

He released the doorknob and put his hands in front of him as though he was caught and surrendering. "Fine…. fine. Me and my mouth. I'll learn next time not to open it in front of my crazy wife." Seth was still standing next to the door, and the more he talked the louder his tone increased.

Summer unlocked the door, opening it enough just to slide her head into view.

"You saw things my way didn't you? I knew you'd be reasonable." Seth leaned against the door, smiling thinking she came to her senses.

"No, I was just going to say that next time you talk…" her voice raising now "…make sure you're not near the door so your crazy wife can hear you!" she slammed the door in his face and Seth had a little hissy fit in the hallway.

"Great, just great." He shook his head and ran the palms of his hands down his face.

"I can hear you!" Summer yelled from inside their bedroom.

"That's great! Have fun alone in our room. I'll be, I don't know…. somewhere other then with you!" He walked down the stairs

Seth walked defeated down the stairs and plopped on the couch and Ryan came and sat down next to him. Ryan had his jacket it in his hands and was putting it on while they were watching television.

"You going back home?" Seth asked as he looked over at Ryan, his hands resting on his stomach, his fingers entwined.

"Yeah. I called Marissa and she's doing alright, but I'm kind of holding off about going home. I guess Brittany got another detention and so her and Marissa are fighting about it. Which means I'm coming home in the middle of the fight…. not fun." Ryan finished doing up his jacket and patted Seth on the back.

"Yeah welcome to my world. It was nice seeing you man – I'll talk to you later this week." They finished up their conversation, then Ryan left to go back to his life.

When he got back to his house he shut the door to his car and walked up the front porch, pushing one of Kiley's plastic cars out of the way.

"I doubt the teacher gave you a detention because she doesn't like you. She says your disruptive, you talk back, and you rarely do your homework. This isn't about the teacher, this is about you. You're in high school now, this counts on your permanent record and you just don't understand this." Marissa had her hands on her hips. Her stomach wasn't showing yet, she was only a little over three months along.

"I do get this, mom. I swear this teacher has it out to get me and you're just too busy in your other child's life to even care about mine." Brittany snapped back, the argument deepening and the screaming intensifying.

"What's going on? Is this about the detention?" Marissa nodded to Ryan and he joined in adding his two cents. "Brit now you know we care about you and don't start with how we love Kiley more because you know we love you both equally. This is your second detention in a week. This is serious stuff and if you want to go to college they're not going to accept a kid who receives detentions for all the stuff you're getting them for.

"Yeah well maybe I don't want to go to college." Brittany said irate, though she didn't mean it she knows how to push her parents buttons.

"You're young, you don't know what you want to do." Marissa crossed her arms and took a seat across the couch from Brittany, staring at her disappointedly.

"Really? Because the thing is I know exactly what I want. Plus you didn't go to college and look where you are. Fifteen years later, a housewife with three kids who has probably never worked in your life. That's what I want to strive for mom. " Brittany stormed up the stairs feeling guilty for what she said but was too angry to apologize. Her words had an immediate affect on Marissa who fell backwards into the couch and covered her hands over her face, beginning to tear up.

"Brittany! Get down here right now and apologize!" Ryan screamed up the stairs, but the slam of the door signaled she wouldn't be returning, "Marissa, she's just upset – you know she just says this stuff to get us angry." Ryan rested his head on top of hers while Marissa cried on his shoulder.

"No she's absolutely right. I'm thirty-three, got kicked out of my parents house at eighteen because I got pregnant and never went to college. In fact everything she said was true. I'm a housewife, never worked and on top of it I'm pregnant again. That's all I'm good for I guess, getting pregnant." She began to cry louder, tears running down her face.

"You shouldn't let what she says get to you." Marissa pulled away from Ryan and silently walked upstairs to their bedroom. He knew she wanted to be alone and wasn't sure if this emotional distress was really all from Brittany, or maybe those crazy pregnancy hormones that are sooner or later going to appear.

He laid back on the couch and folded his hands behind his head, shutting his eyes to take a little rest.

"Daddy?" Kiley said walking into the room hesitantly, and when Ryan heard her voice he immediately opened his eyes.

"Kiley, sweetheart." Ryan pulled her onto the couch and hugged her tightly. She sat on his stomach rested her head on his shoulder.

"Why didn't you come home yesterday?"

"I'm sorry sweetie I shouldn't have done that, but I went to uncle Seth's and aunt Summer's house and spent the night." Ryan patted the back of his daughter's long blond hair seeing that something seemed to be troubling her.

"You and mommy are fighting a lot. Are you gonna get a ditorse?" Ryan laughed at what his daughter said and knew what she was hinting at.

"Divorced? No, no of course not. Who told you that?"

"Brittany did. She said it was my fault." Ryan kissed her forehead and continued to rub her back.

"No baby, we're not getting a divorce and don't listen to Brittany when she says stuff like that. Sometimes pregnant mommy's act crazy and can be very emotional, but I love mommy very much and I'd never divorce her. Is that what's bothering you?"

"Yes." She nodded and lied down on Ryan's chest and Ryan covered them up with a blanket.

"You know I love you right?" Kiley nodded and began sucking on her thumb, her eyes closing.

Ryan stared down at his youngest daughter realizing she wasn't going to be known as the youngest child anymore. Pretty soon another baby was going to be added to the family increasing the chaos that already existed in the Atwood household. He began to daydream of what a new baby would be like. He saw Brittany at the age of seventeen, Kiley at six and their daughter at two. Marissa was in the kitchen cooking pancakes, eggs and bacon as the baby sat at the table in her highchair, stuffing some cheerios into her mouth. Ryan walks in wearing a suit and kisses Marissa on the cheek then sits down next to their youngest daughter who continues to repeat 'daddy'. Brittany walks into the kitchen sitting down across from Ryan, Kiley sitting next to Brittany and Marissa comes over and sets a plate of pancakes, and bacon down in the middle and then takes her seat next to Ryan. Everyone begins eating their food, smiling and talking happily – the perfect little family. Yeah right. He sees the baby making a mess of her food in her highchair, juice, and cheerio's splattered on the floor, Brittany arguing with Marissa and Kiley minding her own business, chomping away at her breakfast. It was like how it is now, but two times worse. Ryan woke from the daydream and shook his head trying to get the picture out of his head. He then flashed to a son. Him and Ryan at a local soccer field, his son was around the age of five and is a spitting image of his father. Dressed in a football jersey that was a few sizes too big and he was chasing Ryan who was holding the football in his arm running slowly for a touch down. He was trotting backwards as his son comes closer and closer and when he reached Ryan, he tackled Ryan to the ground. He and the boy laughing as Ryan pretended he's an airplane and glides him through the air and when he sets the boy on the ground they embrace in a hug. The daydream left Ryan with a huge smile on his face. How perfect would it be to have a son – an Atwood to carry on the family name. He loved his girls, and he'd be pleased with another daughter, but a son is what he's secretly wishing for. He closed his eyes, one hand on Kiley's back and fell asleep again dreaming more about a Ryan Jr.