Chapter Two-Hundred and Seventy-Two
Dominic drove around the block for the eighth time in the last hour, looking in the rearview mirror to see that Flynn had finally fallen asleep. "Thank God…" He sighed, pulling into the parking lot and parking his car. He opened the car door, taking Flynn from his car carrier and carrying him inside.
He placed his child in his crib, collapsing into the bed and curling onto his side.
John wolfed down his breakfast, wincing as his wisdom teeth started to hurt again. "Ow…"
Clarissa cocked her brow, suddenly remembering that he still hadn't gotten his teeth out. "Oh God, I forgot to make your appointment again." She picked up the phone, dialing the number for Dr. Hicks office.
John glared at her, picking up his coffee cup as she made the appointment for his teeth to be taken out. He rolled his eyes, picking up Amelia when she lifted her arms up to him. "Hey, Squirt." He smiled, rubbing his chin on her neck to make the scruff tickle her. "What's up?"
She giggled, pushing his face away from her and giving him a little kiss on the cheek. "You're weird." She grabbed a bacon piece off of his plate, crossing her eyes as she munched on it.
Claire slid into the chair next to them, giving a fake glare at the kid. "Are you trying to steal my man?" She smirked, kissing John's lips when he leaned toward her.
John chuckled, combing his fingers into her hair. "No one could steal me from you…" He gave her a peck on the lips, opening his eyes afterwards to meet her dark eyes. "Mi corazón."
She smiled, looking up at her mother when she wrote down she and John's appointment to get their teeth out. "Mon amour." She spoke in clear French, giving a little laugh as his eyes changed to the dark chocolate brown she loved so much.
Asher rocked Violet in his arms, smiling while he watched Sara, Mary, and Katharine all fussed over the other three. "Goodness sakes alive!" He laughed. "You're gonna give those babies a heart attack with how you hens fuss over them."
Sara wrinkled her nose at him, lifting Flynn up and bouncing him on her hip. "You be quiet."
Mary nodded, looking up from her game a peak-a-boo with Sage. "Just be happy that they all survived." She knew it was rare that quads would survive their first few weeks of life, the shock and early birthdate were usually the factors of death, if not the fact that the parents struggled to take care of all four and their selves. "Jimmy, can you run up and check on Dominic and Jade?"
Jim smiled, bobbing his head and running up the stairs. He peaked into John's bedroom, laughing at the odd positions that the young parents were sleeping in. "They must be tired."
John stepped into his Spanish class, smiling at Mrs. Hernandez as she adjusted her dress around her hips. "Hola!" He greeted, taking his seat just before he saw the photo of Carl on her desk.