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Abbie
2 months later

I'm not saying I agree with our mother's choices.. but I might understand why she slowly lost her mind and wanted to kill all of us.

Now don't go thinking I'm going to go on a murder spree, resurrecting my very dead father to hunt down my kids and kill them. I'm not. But everyone else? I can't make any promises.

In the last two months, I've been peed, popped and spat up on. A kid is constantly attached to my body or needing my attention. Haidyn and Hope have started climbing and they escape from their cribs constantly. The bad thing about that.. They go into the twins' nursery and wake them up.

I haven't slept longer than an hour in weeks.

And while the kids are slowly finding new ways to drive me to the brink of sanity, there's too many people in this house for them to be so useless.

Avery is over here everyday, helping keep the girls entertained or giving me small breaks to spend time with them.

Derek and Damon are a different story. They literally live here and have nothing to do with the twins. Okay.. that's a lie. They try to help but they can't. Literally can't because the twins only want me. Easton will go to them for a few minutes before he's crying for me again.

Eli is a whole other story. He's constantly with me. Sleeping, eating, showering.. yeah, I have to baby-wear him all day and then shower with him and no, he doesn't sit in the baby seat in the shower with me. He is in my arms, while I take a luke-warm shower.

Derek tried keeping him while I showered but he screamed for so long and loud, I had to get out after a few minutes because I was leaking everywhere. Awesome, right?

It also doesn't help that my supply isn't what it was with Haidyn, meaning I can't pump enough to allow someone else to feed them. I'm just about to give up and switch to formula. I don't think I can handle much more.

"Abe!" Hope wanders into the bathroom, pressing her face and hands up against the glass door of the shower. Cutting off the water, I give up my attempt to shower and grab the towel for Eli and then grab mine to carefully wrap around me.

"Did you need something, Bug?" She points up to Eli, making grabby hands. I squat down to scoop her up, watching as she smiles at Eli fast asleep.

She's taken to the twins really well. Haidyn.. not so much. The first day home from the hospital, she kicked Easton in the head. The next day, Derek caught her just before she flipped Eli's bouncer over. I think that was a pretty accurate view of what the next 18 years holds.

"Where are you, little shit?" Damon calls out, striding into the bathroom looking around before he notices us. His eyes widen, as he tenses up, before swallowing hard. "Sorry. I was getting Easton down for a nap."

"It's fine." I nod my head towards my bedroom, waiting for him to step out. "I can take her so you can finish your shower. Do you want me to try and lay him down?" I look down at Eli and shake my head.

"No. He's wet and naked. If you try to get him dressed, it'll just wake him up." His frown deepens, guilt heavy in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Abs. I should've stopped her from coming in here." I sit Hope down on the bed, before going over to my dresser.

"It's fine. She likes to wander away and I was getting nowhere with my shower." I grab out a tank top and pajama pants, glancing at my closet wondering when I'll ever wear real clothes again. I actually ordered thirty new pajama sets just so I didn't have to do my laundry as often.

"Let me take him so you can get dressed. He'll be okay for five minutes." My anxiety spikes, anger and fear waging war inside of me. "No he won't, Damon. You know he won't. So just get out and let me get dressed."