The Best Mistake

Chapter Eight

I groaned as the alarm on my phone sounded around the quiet room. I fumbled to find my phone on the nightstand in the darkness.

"Hmmm, shut it off." Royce groaned.

I found my phone and shut the alarm off quickly. With my arms extended above my head, I stretched lazily.

"It's 6am babe, time to get up." I yawned.

Royce tossed his pillow across is face.
"I don't want to." He mumbled.

"You don't have a choice. We have to start getting ready for work." I said.

Even I have to admit it's a struggle getting out of bed in the morning, especially when you have kids. Royce went silent and shortly after I heard his light snore. I smirked as I thought of the perfect way to wake him up. I scooted under the blanket and climbed between his thighs. I gently hooked my fingers into his boxers before tugging them down slowly.

"Hmm, ohh, yea, I can definitely get used to waking up like this." Royce purred softly. Just as my lips were about to find it's prize...

"Momma!" We both groaned.

"Next time, move faster." Royce whined.

I laughed and quickly moved from under the sheets and climbed out of the bed. I made my way to the girls room across the hall. They were standing in their cribs staring towards the door and their sleepy eyes lit up once they saw me.

"Morning babies, you guys are up early." I cooed.

I grabbed them both out of their cribs and quickly set them on the floor.

"Come on, let's go wake up Roy. Time to get up Roy!" I shouted and laughed.

"Roy! Roy!"

"Up Roy up!"

They ran out of the room in a fit of giggles into Royce and my bedroom. Royce and I decided it was best that they call him Roy. The word 'daddy' is a role to live up to and at first, things were so shaky between us. I can't force him to be okay with it and it wouldn't fair. For now, we agreed it was for the best.
The girls jumped on our bed where Royce was still laying beneath his pillow.

"Oh God, noooo, you got me!" He screamed in faked horror.

The girls giggled as they continued to jump on top of Royce.
"Up Roy! Up!" They shouted.

He grabbed them to tickle their sides and I quickly joined them on the bed.

"Alright, alright, you have to get in the shower." I said.

"Yea, you're right. What are your plans today?"

"Well, today is bring your kids to work day." I smiled.

"They actually do that?" He asked.

Peppa moved from her spot on his stomach and moved into my lap. I rolled my eyes as she tugged my top down knowing what she wanted. Peppa is more attached to my breast than Lily is. While Lily loves my breast milk, she prefers it more at night or if she's being fussy. Peppa wants breast milk before her breakfast, before lunch, before bedtime and even if she's upset.

"I was surprised too, but Caleb feels that we must remember why working is so important and not lose sight of what we are there for. He thought it would be a cool way to show our kids what we do." I said.

"You do realize that your kids are like 20 months old right? The only thing they find cool is, cocomelon, peanut butter sandwiches and breast milk." I laughed.

"You're right, but I'm still excited to take them in and have people fond over how beautiful they are."
I ran my fingers through Peppa's curls while she nursed. Lily was busy pressing buttons on my phone.