Theresa's POV:
Me & Dean have been fighting a lot. It makes me sad. I'm so overwhelmed cause we have three babies & they all need attention, which I don't mind cause I love them to death & am very blessed to have them but it's stressful as fuck cause Dean won't fucking help me!
Me: Dean, will you please help me with the babies? I've asked you twice already!
Dean: Sure.
Later that night I made dinner & fed & changed the babies.
Me: Why won't you help me? Do you not get that it is so stressful handling the babies by myself?
Dean: I'm not fighting with you.
Me: Of course you're gonna say that! You know what, fuck you! I'm sleeping in the babies room.
Dean got up from the bed & walked over to me.
Dean: *pulling me back* I don't wanna fight no more. I love you, I really do.
Me: I love you too! *kissing him*
