Chapter Two-Hundred and Sixty-One
Phoebe bit her lip as she looked at the school, terrified that the other kids would make fun of her for being afraid of loud noises. "Why can't I just be homeschooled?" She asked, looking up at Clarissa with eyes so similar to John's that it was almost unnerving.
"Because you need to be at school. We can't pull you from school unless we adopt you." She combed her fingers through Phoebe's hair, kissing her head before letting her walk to her class. "Be safe, Mouse…"
Timothy glared at John as he held Claire's hand, his lip curling as they kissed. "Fucking druggy."
Toby slapped Timothy's head, walking over to his friends. "Good to see you John." He smiled, patting his shoulder. "How's that side doing?" He tilted his head as Claire lifted John's shirt, smiling when he saw that he no longer needed the bandage. "Hey! You got the bandage off!" He chuckled, tracing his finger over the scar. "Does it still hurt?"
John shook his head, rubbing his eyes with exhaustion. "Not really…" He yawned, rubbing his hand over his jaw and scratching at the scruff that he hadn't had time to shave off.
Toby looked over at Claire, able to see that John's brain was only at half of its usual functioning power —putting him only a few IQ points above them. "Are you okay man?" He asked, watching as John gave a tired nod that he was trying to pass off as a real one.
Claire shook her head, walking with John to their lockers. "He hasn't been sleeping very well lately." She ignored the look he gave her, patting his shoulder. "The nightmares keep him up." She kissed John's lips, feeling him melt against her with the relaxation that always came with her touch.
Jade yelped as the babies wiggled, closing her eyes to try and ignore the weirdness of how it felt to have four tiny humans growing inside of her. "Dom! Your kids are making me nauseous!" She hated the sickness that had set in with the second trimester, that and the heartburn were almost worse than the gas, constipation, hemorrhoids, swollen ankles, and the tender boobs combined.
Dominic chuckled, kissing her head before he settled on the sofa and took her aching feet in his hands. "Why are they always my kids when they make you sick?" He rubbed her feet, kissing each painted toe as he soothed her.
"Because you're the one who ejaculated inside of me and got me pregnant." She rested her head back on their pillows, placing her hands on her belly.
He breathed a laugh, his calloused hands becoming as soft and feathers as they rubbed her feet and legs. "Well, I'm sorry that we're having children and that my sperm is making you sick."
Mary gave John a hug as he walked into the house, picking Amelia up as he walked up to his room. "Dear Lord, please let him get some sleep." She whispered, kissing her daughter's head as they watched his exhausted form disappear around the corner of the hallway.