A/N: I am just going to keep writing from the future since I have no more ideas for them being teenagers.
"Samuel! Stop it! Mika knock it off!" I yelled. Samuel was hitting Mika with a Barbie doll and Mika was taking his toy trucks.
Marcus wasn't much help. He was frustrated because the kids weren't listening and I was yelling at them, and I was frustrated because he wasn't helping.
He stormed into our bedroom slamming the door. I put Samuel in his crib, and shut his door, then did the same with Mika. I walked into our room and he was sitting on our bed with his face in his hands.
"Marcus! Care to explain what happened?" I asked with some anger in my tone. He didn't answer. I realized something was wrong.
I walked closer to him. "Marcus?" I asked. He took a deep breath in signaling me he was crying. I sat next to him. "Babe, what is wrong?" I asked. Nothing came out of his mouth. I hugged him as he sobbed into my hair and on my shoulder.
I started to tear up because he was upset. Once he calmed down he started to talk. "I don't know if I can do this" he said. I was like way confused. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Two kids are hard to take care of, now we have two more coming in like two months?!" He asked.
"Marcus, are Samuel and Mika dead or hurt?" I asked. He shook his head. "Marcus, you're a great father. I promise when number three and four come everything will fall into place" I said.
"But what if it doesn't? What if things never get better?" He asked. I placed my hand on his knee. He looked up and we locked eyes. "Everything will be more than fine if we work together" I said.
"Okay" he said with a smile. We kissed and let the kids out. They were much nicer to each other now. We put on t.v and let them watch shows as we made dinner. We all ate and went to bed. I hope the twins will fix our family.
