How Complicated Can It Get

Chapter Thirty Five

**Jane's 30 weeks along**

I woke up to yelling and screaming roaring through the house. "Jake, did we invite our children over this early in the morning?" Jake sat up on one elbow, and rubbed my back. "Honey it is 10 after noon." I burst out laughing "nevermind. I am the one that isn't awake." I stopped laughing only for a minute to catch my breath, when all the sudden Jake started tickling me. We were interrupted by the shattering of glass, and our "Parental instincts" kicked in. "We should probably go and make sure, they aren't killing each other. Also we should find out what broke." I heaved myself up off the bed, as Jake helped me put on my robe. "Oh Jake, what are we getting ourselves into again?" He gave me a sympathetic look. "We will do better than last time, because our other children are old enough to babysit all the time." I agreed, but we heard more yelling and screaming that made us run out of the bedroom. Even before we entered the kitchen we heard "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU" We both let out a long sigh before turning the corner. All of my children were standing around the center counter looking angry at eachother. Gabby and lauren never unlocked their eyes, and luke was trying to keep them apart while also being quite angry himself. ¨Lauren, Gabby look what you did? You ruined the suprise, you both woke mom and dad up with all your yelling." The girls immediately stopped and turned toward Jake and I with a shocked look. ¨Mom, we are so sorry. We all just wanted to surprise you with a home cooked breakfast in bed." Lauren said. They all looked so sorry that they woke me and Jake up. ¨I know you were trying to be nice, but what were you all fighting about?¨ Gabby stepped forward. ¨It was my fault, Lauren suggested we make you scrambled eggs and toast, but I didn't think that was what you would like. We started to argue and then Luke joined in and tried to keep Lauren and I from killing each other. I am so sorry Mommy and Daddy." Gabby ran up to me and pulled me into a hug, as she cried into my shoulder. ¨Oh Gabby, no need to cry. I am not mad, just surprised thatś all." Gabby looked up and snuggled up closer to me, when Lauren walked over and pulled Jake into a hug. ¨Hey Luke, I heard something break. What broke in here?" Luke picked something up from the floor, and held it up. I found that it was just a very old measuring cup. ¨Lauren was about to measure the milk, for the breakfast and she accidently let it fly toward gabby when they were fighting.¨ He set the glass shards on the counter, and walked over to join the family. Ï was shocked, but concerned that I needed to ask one more question. ¨Wait, Lauren threw the measuring cup at Gabby?" Luke shook his head, and Jane turned to Gabby, and asked if it had hit her. ¨Just a little nick on the arm, I'll be okay.¨ I pulled her back and had her show me her arm. When she took of the jacket, that's when I saw the wound still bleeding from a small wound just below the shoulder. I gasped, and couldn't believe that Lauren threw something at her little sister. Jake handed me the first aid kit that was surprisingly on the counter behind Jake, which I never put their. I cleaned Gabby's wound, and told all of them that we were going to go sit down in the living room and talk about what happened. Well actually I told them that Jake was going to sit out their with them, but he was not allowed to talk unless absolutely necessary. I was going to start to make dinner. When I was in the kitchen, all I could hear was yelling and arguing. I just put something in the oven when I doubled over in pain. "Jane, are you alright." Jake said running into the kitchen and straight behind me to rub my back. "I think it was just a really hard kick from each of the babies, telling me they to are fighting and that I should be devoting my every second to their happiness." Jake smiled and ran back out to the living room when we heard crying and more arguing. Dinner was done, and I was just setting the table when I felt another hard kick, but this one was different. I felt something run down my legs.