Rated X Imagines

Dysfunctional Family

Y/n's POV

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I need a break.

I really need a break.

I really, really need a break.

I've been up since five this morning preparing for Thanksgiving with no help whatsoever. "Josiah stop running in my house! Where is Daddy?" Ugh! I love the holidays, but it gets hectic. My ankles are swollen, it's Jasmine's time of the month, and Jonah won't stop crying. Mama Justine and the rest of the family just got here so there's a whole bunch of commotion and all I ask for is just five minutes to sit down.

Josiah stopped, catching his breath. My twelve year old's idea of exercise is chasing our dog Gypsy around the house, one idea which I will never understand. "Him and Grandpa went outside to see Uncle Russy's new car. Do want me to get him?"

"Yes, sweetie." I sighed. Once he left, I got out another sack of sweet potatoes and started to peel them. I'm so exhausted, and it's only ten. From my peripheral view I saw baby Arianna waddling around the corner, Angela holding her hands for support. They both were smiling and looking wonderful; while my hair is a mess, there's baby barf still on my shoes from when I fed Jonah, and I have on a dirty floral apron. "Say hey, Auntie Y/n!" Angela cooed, picking her up. I could tell she knew how tired I was from the sympathetic look she gave me.

"Tired, Hun?"

"You have no idea." Arianna lifted her tiny hand on my cheek, rubbing it before trying to stick a finger up my nose. Silly little munchkin. Daniel walked in the kitchen with Jonah cradled in his arms, baby talking to him. "Dada love you man. Hey, babe. Whatcha need me for?"

He's so sweet, but not when it comes to helping around. With the kids, he's there all the way, however when I need something done like cleaning the bathroom or cooking dinner when I'm out at work, he's not that reliable. "I just need a five minute break. Can you peel these potatoes for me?" His brows furrowed, contemplating whether he actually wanted to do it or not. He couldn't do this little thing for me, when I've given birth to all three of his children. Three is all he wants. He said that, that's how far he wanted to go. Nothing else. Well guess who forgot to put on a condom three months ago?

Now guess who has to pee every hour? Guess who has enlarged breasts and darker areolas? Guess who's too afraid to tell her husband that she's pregnant with twins, and that she went to two ultrasounds without him. I've dug myself in an enormous hole and it's going to take a miracle to get me out of it.

I'm stressed, I'm overworked, I'm tired and I'm pregnant. I can't even tell anyone about this because they tell each other everything in the Simmons' family. "Please baby. I'm just asking for a second off. I need to recuperate. I've been in the kitchen for five hours straight." Angela gave a tiny cough at Daniel to quicken his answer. But he still thought about it. "Fine babe. I'll peel them for you." It was forced, it's always forced. Anything that seems like a chore for him makes the hairs on his neck stand up. Jonah stirred in his arms bawling his eyes out. I can't believe I'm pregnant again and he's only six months old.

"Looks like someone wants mommy while I help out." Oh sure, put me on baby duty when I'm resting. He really has no consideration of my feelings anymore and that's what's driving us apart. I say one thing, he does another. It comes to the point where he just ends up coming home real late and I'm stuck here at the house, with our kids wondering if he's out cheating. This marriage has just gone downhill and I'm sick of it. "Daniel, ummm. We need to talk.... About something." Fidgeting with my words is always a habit when it's something really important that I need to talk about, and he knows it.