Hard life (editing)

Chapter 10

The Quints are now seven months old, their hair is growing and I can't help but swell with pride as I see them crawling. Trust me being a father of five is NOT easy, all the baby clothes and food they consume is putting my wallet on strain. I've started noticing the giant bags under Penny's eyes since none of the babies sleep a whole night. I know that I shouldn't be thinking this, but I am starting to wonder why I even had sex with Penny that night at my party this new life is a tad stressful, for both of us. Once Xiander hooks his chubby little hands round my leg I erase that thought and pick up my son. After putting them all in their baby bouncers, Penny and I finally get a chance to sit down and relax. I stroke her locks as she lays her head on my lap, we murmur sweet compliments until we're interrupted by a cry. We walk back into the room where the babies are and see Rico slamming his hands against the bouncer. Assuming he was hungry I lift him out of the seat, he grabs a bunch of my hair and starts chewing on it, leaving drool. I set him down in his highchair and get out a jar of baby food, banana flavored; after spooning the nauseatingly chunky mixture into his mouth I put in his green dummy. We release the kids and they crawl round the house curiously. The day was uneventful, like most days, Penny suggested that we could take them to the beach, I reluctantly agreed.

Penny's POV

I wake up at around six am to start packing for the day. I put an umbrella and folded sun loungers in the boot of the car; after pinning my hair in a messy bun I give Nicole a quick bath and put her in a little baby swimsuit, on top I pull on a shirt and skirt. I do the same for the rest then strap them into their highchairs with porridge and a bottle of milk.

Finally we are all set and I clip them into the carseats. I can't wait for them to learn how to walk! We drive for about an hour and stop at an ice cream parlor to have a cold treat. Finally, we pull up at the beach and it's packed. I find a spot for us then put up the umbrella and unfold the loungers, I lather suncream over everyone then sit the babies down to play in the sand. Dylan, once in the sand, flaps his arms and makes adorable gurgles, Shannon starts bawling, refusing to play in it. Xiander, Nicole and Rico sit still gormlessly while sucking their fingers and toes, I pull out my sunglasses and slide them onto my face. " King, maybe we should let them play in the sea; that would be fun ."
" Ok. " was his short response.
We dangle their chubby legs in the water and witness different reactions. We our sipped cool drinks and ate our picnic. On the way home we stopped at Sam's, again , then Rico said his first word. " Muh - muh. ", I was overjoyed. I showered him in praise & kisses and saw Sam looking somewhat wistfully?

Three months later
Now slowly but surely, I am teaching Shannon to walk. Let me say, things aren't going too well, as she keeps toppling over every time I try to get her to walk to me. So I'm sticking with holding her hands and letting her take steps. I visited Jaden again yesterday.

Flash back

I open the door and witness a terrible scene, my mother is shattering a bottle on the ground and using the pieces to cut Jaden. He screams and collapses onto the ground I yell his name and emerge from my hiding place. I call the police and they burst through the door, my mum is dragged away kicking and shouting...

The flash back ends and I breath deeply. It's kinda boring being a mum, school and looking after five lumps of mischief is almost impossible. I decide to visit the police station with Dylan and Rico, after brushing their wispy hair and blowing raspberries on their tummies I clutch one of their hands and walk to the local jail. I regret my choice and saw my mum bald and behind bars. She deserves it. " So, I finally get to meet my grandchildren. " she says in a passive aggressive tone. I answer her and flounce back to King's, well as best as I could with two babies. I open the door and flop onto the sofa with the TV remote in my hand; I flick through the channels waiting for something interesting to pop up.

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Authors note :
Writer's block... I'm not sure if I'm going to continue the book.