Merder mafia ✔️

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I was at the sink washing the dishes.

"you're pregnant again?" I hear a voice behind me. I turn around and see Nancy.

"what do you care?" I say looking back at the dishes.

"I'm just saying, don't you have enough kids?" she says.

"No, but I have too many sisters-in-laws, so I might bury you in the yard, I think one of my many children would love to help,"

"and which one is that?" she asks.

"Fiona, I could probably get Maeve to help me dig the whole, she's going through a gardening phase," I smile. she rolls her eyes.

"Honey, I'm home!" I hear Derek say as he comes in.

"your protectors here," Nancy says in a stupid voice.

"I don't need a protector when there's already a gun in my nightstand," I say.

"don't you have many, many kids?" she says.

"yes, that's why the drawers are locked," I say. I finish the dishes, dry them and put them away.

"Nancy!" Derek says as he walks.

"what are you doing here?" he asks as he walks over to me and kisses me before wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Ma told me to come here," she says.

"why would your mom tell her to come here?" I ask. he shrugs.

"how do you feel? are you still in pain?" he asks.

"My shoulder hurts," I say.

"did you sleep wrong again?" he says as he massages my shoulders gently.

"yes,"

"I told you to use your pregnancy pillow," he says.

"I like you better,"

"yes, but I'm not always here in the night," he says.

"do you two plan on getting divorced anytime soon?" Nancy asks.

"go away Nancy, worry about your own marriage," I say.

"I know a good lawyer," she says.

"then use it," I say.

"I am, I'm getting a divorce,"

"Tell him I said congrats," I say.

she rolls her eyes.

"Can you watch my kids while I go to court next week?" she asks. "I thought you said we were bad parents," I say. "No, I think you're a bad parent," she says. "so Derek's amazing and I'm the kind of mother to kill my kids," I say.

"you read Verity," she says. "and I plan on naming this baby after her if it's a girl," I smile. she looks at me shocked. "what if you have twins again?" she says. "why, you want one?" I ask. "No, I'm asking because you already have a pair of them,"

"I don't control how many fetuses sit in my uterus," I say. "run the names by me before you choose them," she says before going to leave the room. "No," I say. "what?" she asks stepping back.

"No," I say again. "why not?" she says. "because it's my kid's name. it's none of your business what I name my kid," I say. "it's not only your kid," she says. "right, sorry, is half of it yours?"
"half of it's my DNA," she says.
"No, half of it's Derek, not Nancy, Derek... go away," I say.
"it is my niece or nephew," she says.
"stop worrying about someone else's kids, worry about your own because they eat of the garbage," I say. she rolls her eyes and leaves the room.

"Why does she care what we name the kids?" I ask.
"she doesn't, she just likes to annoy you," He says, still massaging my shoulders.
"Are there any names she likes?"
"why?"
"because I want to name the baby it, maybe if it's a name I like she'll hate it,"
"she hates Greyson's name,"
"why?"
"because it sounds like 'Grey's son' your last name was Grey,"
"but it's not anymore, I changed it,"
"she makes it her job to annoy you,"
"Why did she ask if we're having twins? do I look fat?" I ask.
he stays quiet.
"Derek?"
"I've been told not to answer that question by
pregnant women, or any woman,"

"Fine, can you watch the kids for a bit?" I ask, turning around to face him.

"Yea, you should go upstairs and get some rest. Use your pillow, and don't sleep weird again," he says.

"Okay," I say. I kiss him on the lips
passionately. "I love you," he says against my lips.

"I love you too," I say, kissing him once before going upstairs to take a nap.

I was thinking about making them have multiples again... like maybe twins??

Should they have more girls or boys??