A Furious Chick

What Makes A Good Parent?

Katherine

Brian woke up to a phone call. He seemed cranky when he answered.

"Yeah? Hey, Daniel." He sat up. "Oh, really. Is she okay? No. That's totally fine. Sure. Okay."

He hung up.

"What happened?" I asked, stretching.

"Leslie has the flu. We have to do a rain check for Sunday." Brian replied.

"Is she okay?"

"I'm pretty sure." Brian stood. "We have to get ready for your appointment."

"It's not until twelve thirty." I mumbled.

"It's ten o'clock. You're going to take like an hour to get ready" He told me.

"I'm just excited to know the gender of my babies." I got out of bed.

"About that, we aren't finding out today." He told me casually.

"What?" I frowned.

"Yeah. The team wants to do a gender reveal party." He replied.

"No. What the fuck? I want the genders of my babies now." I argued.

"It's sweet they want to do this." Brian sighed.

"No. They are my babies, Brian. My choice." I snapped.

"Your babies? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be pregnant." He turned and looked at me.

"Honey, if I didn't agree to marry you, you wouldn't be blessed to have triplets." I crossed my arms.

He stayed quiet.

"I'll make you a deal. You let me find out the genders today and I'll make your favorite..." I bargained.

"Seafood spaghetti." His eyes widened.

"Yup. With my famous sauce." I walked over to him.

"Deal." He smiled.

I kissed him. His hands moved down to my stomach. He rubbed my growing bump.

"My little boys." He whispered.

"Oh, fuck you. I know they are girls."

"How?"

"I just do." I walked to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.

"What?" Brian followed me. "By the way, we need to get you one of those chairs you put in the shower."

"I'm pregnant not old with arthritis." I take off my shirt.

"You're on bed rest. Fifteen minutes." He reminded me.

"Fine. Get me the damn chair." I shrugged.

I take off my pajama pants and underwear. Brian goes to the sink and brushed his teeth. I turned on the shower, got it to the right temperature and get in.

"Do you think I'll be a good father?" He asked suddenly.

"Do you think I'll be a good mother?" I laughed. He stayed quiet. "There's not a yes or no question, love. You can't know for sure. What you can know is that being a parent isn't easy. You're going to fuck up. But it's the fact that you're going give it your all. I believe that you will be able to care for our babies as you wish you were cared for. So don't stress about it. You'll be fine."

I can tell he was thinking hard. I'm not really worried about parenting. I think it's all about the effort. My parents were amazing and it's because they did what they could. They didn't know they'd be raising an alcoholic hit man and a bipolar hit man. But either way they loved us more than life and that's the key to raising kids. The love and of course the effort and time. Brian is overthinking and needs to relax.