The Road We Took

Chapter 28-Traits

Adam POV

"Wahh!!" my eyes fluttered open at the sound of one of my children crying. "Adam?"

"Go back to sleep my pretties. I'll handle it." they both closed their eyes and went back to sleep. I threw the blankets off and stumbled the few feet to my babies' cribs.

"Shh, it's alright papa's got you now. Don't go waking up your brothers" "Waaaah!!!" Sasha squirmed a bit in my hold while I checked his diaper, "Nasty, nasty baby. How can that come out of you?" I took him outside our room and downstairs to the living room so that the others wouldn't wake up.

"I sometimes wonder what your mother eats that goes into your milk" I quickly, and with a lot of nausea, changed his diaper and was ready to go upstairs but was stopped by the voice of my mother.

"We need to talk Adam" I gave her a nod and sat down, Sasha already sleeping on my shoulder. "Because I'm your mother I'm going to give you a choice. You either break up with them and give them the children, or you get out of my house; all six of you" what? She's kicking me out?

"I know that they just gave birth a week ago, but I can't stand this any longer. Every night either one or all of your children wake up and start screaming and waking everybody up. And I know they're just babies, but I am in no condition to have babies around my house. Look at the mess in here!" I gave a glance around the living room. HER magazines all over the floor, dust coating a few surfaces, DAD'S food plate on the side table next to the chair, HER and DAD'S shoes at the entrance, and a book I bought on how to take care of babies, "my house looks like a pigsty and it's all-"

"Your own fault. None of the things in here belong to Chase, Marco or the babies. They are all yours and dad's, the only thing that doesn't belong to you is the book on the table. If you are so bothered by the fact that this house looks like a pigsty then stop making excuses and clean up your mess. If you wanted them out of the house then fine, I'll be out by next week. It was nice living with you, Linda." I stood up from the sofa and went back to my room, where I proceeded to lay Sasha down in his crib and get on my computer to look for apartments. There was no way in hell I was going to leave them. I sat there, all through the night, looking at apartment after apartment, jotting down the ones that I liked and were affordable.

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One Week Later

Marco POV

I hate college. I have 4 essays due on Thursday, today is Monday, and I've only started two of them. I have no time this week. And add to the fact that things have been disappearing for a week now; like it literally started last Thursday and has been going on. At first, it was socks and small trinkets, but now I can't even find my favorite pair of shoes! I looked as much as I could but I still can't find any trace of them.

And it doesn't help that Adam is constantly out of the house and leaving us with his bitch of a mother. I don't know what the fuck I did to that woman but she full out glares at me. Sometimes she asks if she can help us with the children, and I refuse, but when they're crying or fussy she wants nothing to do with them. I've told Chase about this and it's the same with him. We told Adam yesterday and all he said was, "guess tomorrow's the day". But I think it wasn't for us to hear because it was like a murmur.

"Marco, can you give me a hand here?" I saw Chase trying to change Alexis' diaper but the little one was kicking his mother away. I heaved out a sigh and started to get up, "if it's a bother then it's fine." Great, now Chase thinks I'm bothered by him asking me to help.