Happily ever after

Whole lot of cliches

Filler chapter here. Big chapter coming up next, Petals!

Charlie's POV

I step into our new house, my hand wrapped around Meghan's waist. She's a little unsteady on her feet nowadays, and mainly just waddles everywhere. We baught the house a few months ago, and it's finally fully decorated. We've moved all of our stuff in, and today is the day we move ourselves.

"It's lovely, isn't it?" Meghan asks, rubbing her abdomen.

"Yeah. Come on. I've got something to show you."

When we reach the top of the stairs, I tell meghan to shut her eyes. I grasp both her hands, and lead her into the babies' room.

"Open them."

She opens her bright, green, emerald eyes, which widen to the size of sauces when she takes in the sight of their room.

"Wow! Charlie... When did you...?" She starts, her mouth falling agape.

I explain to Meghan that when I'd said I'd been at the gym, I was really here, decorating the room. The walls are lavender and white, with bright purple flower stencils across the room, with two white, double cots, purple bedding inside; one located at each side of the room.

"I love it." She says through the tears that are now cascading down her rosie cheeks.

I pull her in for a hug, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"I thought you would."

We walk hand in hand back down th stairs, and into the kitchen.

"Dinner... Thoughts?" I ask, resting my elbows on the table.

"Pizza!"

"Why am I not surprised?"

Our pizza arives, and Meghan demolishes almost all of it by herself.

I reach for another slice, and get my hand batted away by a hissing Meghan.

"I'm eating for five. Leave me alone." She growls, cramming the last slice into her mouth.

I roll my eyes, and kiss her cheek, before heading into the kitchen to put the kettle on.

That's when it hits me. I'm having four children. All at once.

I start hyperventilating, my chest rising and falling rapidly. I lean up against the kitchen counter, my heart hammering against my chest. I'm not even sure I can raise one child, never mind four. Not good, not good...

"Charlie! The babies are kicking!"

I snap out of my panic fit, race back into the living room, and sit down next to Meghan.

"Really?"

"Yes! Here." She says, grabbing my hand, and placing it on her stomach.

I feel something pressing against my hand. I look up at Meghan with wide eyes.

"You can really feel them."

"Yeah. Now move. I gotta pee." She says, before kissing me on the forehead, and waddling off down the hall.

Four kids. I can do this. I won't be alone. I have Meghan.

And she's all I need.

Things will get more interesting! Promise.