Two Dads with Teens

8 Months

Mitch's POV

My due date is in 5 weeks and can't wait to drop these three already. At 32 weeks, one baby is the size of a squash. Imagine three of those inside of me. I'm so uncomfortable, LA weather doesn't help either. All I wear around the house is shorts and tanktop.

When I go into labor, I don't care if I'm butt-ass naked, I'm going to the hospital. I was laying in my room with the fan pointed on me when Scott came in, "Babe?" I had my shirt lifted up uncovering my huge belly. I was bigger than I was with Ditie, Mark and Ricky. These three are gonna be fatties, "Yeah?"

Scott walked in and stood right in front of my fan, "Can I get you anything?" I grunted, "You can move!" He looked at my fan and back at me, "Oh, sorry!" I shook my head, "Jeez, I laying here with the world's largest stomach. I'm hot, I'm irritable, I'm uncomfortable and you stand right in front of my only source of cool air?"

Scott gave me a werid look, "Are you okay?" I put my hands over my eyes and started crying, "I'm sorry. I'm so fat and I'm so hot!" Scott sighed, "Why didn't you turn on the air conditioning?"

I rubbed my forhead."I though it was broken." He put his hand on my leg, "No, I fixed it like four months ago." "Why does anybody this stuff! I've been having hot flashes for two weeks." Scott chuckled, "I'll go switch it on."

Scott got off the bed as I laid there and just stared at him, "What's wrong?" I lifted my hands over my belly, "Mommy needs help up." Scott giggled as I swung my legs off the bed and he grabbed my hands to lift me up. I heard him grunt as he pulled me to a standing position and I slapped his arm, "Ow! What was that for?"

"I heard you grunt when you lifted me. I know I'm heavy, but you don't have to broadcast it." He smiled and grabbed the back of my neck, "You're not heavy, you're still the beautiful man I married and has so far given me 4 beautiful children. Soon to be 7." I looked down at my belly, "7 kids. I'm 34 and I getting ready to give birth to three more babies. Seems like it was yesterday we found out I was pregnant with the Ditie, Mark and Ricky."

We walked out to the living room and I sat down in my recliner.

Scott smiled, "I remember that day; At first I didn't believe you when you told me you could have children." "Mhm. And now look where we are. We have two sets of triplets and one of our daughters was almost lucky enough to be born, backstage at our concert." Scott giggled, "I remember that. But we made it to the hospital on time. And out came our beautiful Kaitlyn."

I sighed, "If only she were still here, I don't even think we ever told her that story." "I do love the way you tell it though."Scott said.

Ditie gave me a werid look, "Wait, Kaitlyn was almost born at a Pentatonix show?" I paused, "Have we ever told you guys that story?" "No I don't think we have. They were only 3 when she was born."

I chuckled, "That's right. So, when I was exactly 8 months pregnant with Kaitlyn, Papa bought me a maternity gurdle, to hide my belly underneath my clothes. I was wearing it on the last night of tour. Perfect, last night of tour and then I can go home and enjoy the end of my pregnancy."

Scott giggled, "Not exactly what we expected. Apparently, just before the show, Dad was already in labor." I giggled, knowing it was true. "Now, he didn't tell me this until he stopped the show, three-quarters of the way through our set. He's walks backstage and we all follow him. He rips off his gurdle thing and says 'I think it's time. We need to go back to the hospital.' So I swooped him up and ran him back to our dressing room."

Mark stopped me, "Why did he say he needed to go back to the hospital?" I sighed, "One night when I was wearing the gurdle, it must've been to tight and I passed out. So we went to the hospital for that and then when labor started, we went back again." "Oh!"