He walks out of the room to the room next to the nursery. Our room and I can hear all our fathers arguing in the hall.
“Ah, what are they arguing over now?” I whine.
“Over their titles, your fathers want to be called pop,” he tells me.
“Ah, and so does yours,” I groan.
“Just put some names in a damn hat, and pull one out,” Sage snaps, getting up then.
“They bicker more than children,” I hear my mother say.
“God help us when this baby is born,” Kyan says when I hear footsteps running up behind us. Kyan steps aside for Jonah to rush past us. I look over at him as rushes into the room only to see him nearly trip over the baby gate.
“Damn lift and pull,” Kyan growls. Jonah yanks on the baby gate, trying to open it.
“Lift and pull!” Kyan snaps.
“I’m about to piss my damn pants,” Jonah snarls, giving up and stepping over it. Kyan shakes his head and uses his foot to lift the little gate and his knee to push it open. Kyan sets me on the bed while Jonah whines and moans in the bathroom, rattling something.
“What the fu_ckk, this one too! Man, you are taking this too far,” Jonah growls.
“Just wait, a damn second,” Kyan growls. I glance into the bathroom at Jonah, who is squirming while undoing his zip; hopping from foot to foot.
Kyan shakes his head and Jonah growls, turning to the shower and sighing.
“Jonah, what the fu_ckk!” Kyan growls as Jonah sighs, relieving his bladder in the shower.
“Who locks a damn toilet seat,” Jonah sighs, closing his eyes like it is the best feeling in the world.
“The baby could fall in,” Kyan says, stalking off out the door. Jonah turns the shower on, muttering under his breath before zipping his pants up.
He washes his hands just as Kyan walks in with a mop and bucket. He thrusts it at Jonah.
“I rinsed the shower,” Jonah tells him.
“And now you bleach the shower,” Kyan says. Jonah growls, snatching the bucket from him.
“I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t lock every toilet in the damn place. I nearly pissed my pants,” Jonah scowls.
I rub my belly, and Kora sighs. “Family. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” she grumbles. “Poor kid is going to be smothered with affection,” she says.
“What does Kaif think?”
“Thinks he wants to beat them all upside the head. Jax, he just says let em’ go.”
“And you?” I chuckle. Kora sighs.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Kora murmurs, happiness blooming inside her, making my heart swell.
Another Three weeks later..
Kyan ~~
We are on our way home from Mara’s last appointment, Jonah walks ahead opening the car door. Her feet are so swollen, and she reminds me of a duck with the way she waddles toward it. I grip her elbow as she groans sitting down in the front seat. Jonah tosses me the keys and climbs in the back. I catch them while watching Marabella fight with the seatbelt as she tries to pull it over her round belly. Jonah quickly leans over from the backseat grabbing it and pulling on it gently instead of yanking on it like she was doing. She sighs, closing her eyes and her cheeks turn pink.
“You’re not still seriously embarrassed,” I ask her as I climb in the driver’s seat. Jonah chuckles behind her and she growls at him.
“How was I supposed to know I only shaved half? It was a touch and feel job, you could have told me,” she snaps.
“Hey, we both offered to help you shave,” I remind her, while pulling away from the curb. She huffs, folding her arms over her chest and her belly growls hungrily.
“You, my boy, are making me fat,” she mumbles and I pull into McDonalds. I place our order through the drive through before stopping at the window. Marabella is always craving their horrid apple pies, I order extras knowing if I don’t, Jonah or I will be doing a night run in here to get them, or dad. Not that he ever complains, he dotes on her and I swear she is becoming spoiled. Dad always scolds me when I complain, stomping out of the house to get whatever it is she is craving.
“She is growing a child, you and Jonah got your jollies off, now get her a damn apple pie and stop complaining,” he snapped at me last night when she woke me at 1 in the damn morning wanting one.
We wait for our food when all of our phones start beeping and a messenger group chat comes through.
We all open the group chat labelled “Family Packlink”
~END~