I know, I disappeared for a while, but I had been grounded. So, I'm sorry this update took forever, I'm working on finishing some things so I can focus more on my newest multi-chapters. Enjoy!

"Hey, Nina," Fabian smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

Nina looked at her husband warily and reached out, pulling a slimy, blue substance out of his shaggy brown hair. "What is this?"

"Um, ha, funny story—"

"Fabian."

"I couldn't control them, Nina. I think their genes skipped a generation, I really do. They are nothing like you and me."

"Fabian, they're kids, they're going to be like this whether they have our genes or not. And all you have to do is put your foot down. And whatever they did couldn't be that bad—oh my, Anubis…" she said quietly.

One of the three children noticed her mother and smiled, waving happily. She was the child version of Nina, green eyes and light brown hair with a rosy hue on her pale cheeks. She was five years old and the twin sister of Louisa, while their younger brother Robert was three and had the same features as his father.

"Sarah, what is in your hair?" Nina fussed, running to kneel in front of her daughter. Louisa seemed to be as clean as a whistle while Robert and Sarah were both covered in whatever was clinging to them. "Fabian, what is this stuff?"

"It's Jell-O, mommy," Louisa explained, hands clasped innocently in front of her, green eyes glowing.

"Jell-O; that is not Jell-O, this is...the offspring of the mold that's growing on Mrs. Wanes' abandoned tomato plants." Nina groaned, referring to their kooky next door neighbor, a sweet, old woman that could never take care of her plants by herself, but would never let anyone help her.

"Nina, I'll take care of this. Go relax," said Fabian.

"Fabian…"

"We'll handle it, go on." he pushed her toward the doorway gently.

"Okay, but call me if you need anything—"

"Will do," He nodded.

Once she was climbing the steps to the second floor, he turned to the kids and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, guys, let's do this and then make mommy a snack, okay?"

"Hey, babes," Mick smiled, pecking Joy's cheek.

"Hey, how's it going with the guys?" she asked without looking up from the cucumber she was cutting.

"They're fine; what about the girls?" he asked, sitting on the counter and popping a crouton in his mouth.

Joy batted his hands away from the salad and shook her head before answering. "Patricia and Mara are pregnant. But don't tell anyone, it's a secret."

"They're both pregnant? Wow, that's crazy. What if they went into labor on the same day?" he chuckled.

Joy sighed.

"What is it, Joyful?"

"Nothing, it's just…" her husband raised his eyebrows expectantly. "All of our friends have had kids or are having kids and it's making me feel left out. I want a baby."

"You want a kid." He said slowly.

She nodded her head.

"Joy, I—"

"Don't you want a baby with me?" she cut him off. He wasn't using the right tone of voice. He was using the tone that told her he didn't want to hurt her feelings.

"No, it's not that—"

"Then what is it?"

He watched her for a second before replying. "I just think that we need to wait awhile."

"'Wait awhile'?" she asked. "Mick, we've been married for almost two years."

"Joy, I think two and a half to three years is a good amount of time to get used to just you and me. And we don't really want to have to worry about having a baby running around the house."

"I want to worry about that."

"Joy, let's not fight about this right now, yeah? I need to go train." He brushed past her, guilt weighing on his broad shoulders.

Joy ran a hand through her hair, tears forming in her brown eyes. That wasn't supposed to happen.

"Hey, J," Mara said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind.

Jerome was sat at the dining room table, cleaning his best camera. He smiled, goosebumps erupting on his arms when her warm breath brushed his ear. He put the camera lense down and leaned back in his chair. "Hey, M," he replied.

"How are you doing?" she asked, kissing his cheek.

"Great, now that you're here." He answered sweetly.

She grinned against his neck, kissing him again.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" he asked, though he knew full well what was going on.

"I just wanted to let my husband know how much I love him." she told him and unbuttoned the first and second buttons of his blue shirt.

Jerome smirked and stood up, turning to her. "Whoa, hello, Clarke," he breathed, blue eyes wide as he stared at her.

Mara smiled lovingly, hands on her hips. "You always said that the sexiest thing a woman could wear is her husband's favorite shirt." the first few buttons of the light purple dress shirt were undone and the hem came mid-thigh.

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck again and his hands found her sides, drawing her into him. He swooped down and kissed her neck, pulling the collar of the shirt away from her shoulders, and pressing butterfly kisses onto her burning skin.

"I love you," he murmured.

"I'm pregnant." She stated as a reply. His kisses stopped. She tensed and her grip on his shoulders tightened.

"I know," he grinned, nipping at her skin.

"You know?" she arched an eyebrow but didn't pull away.

"You should really hide the evidence next time you take seven pregnancy tests." He stated and whispered huskily, "I love you," as he leant in and kissed her again.

The next chapter will probably come sooner since I've started outlining my stories.

If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. -James 1:5

Review?

-Rachel