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The Next Day.
Brad collapsed down beside me on the bed. I looked over at him, noticing he was shirtless, having just come out of the shower.
I'd just spent the past hour getting the twins to sleep.
Jesus christ wasn't that an effort!
"How'd they go?" Brad asked.
I placed my book down on my bed side table, although I hadn't read a page because every time I read a sentence my brain wouldn't register it and I had to keep reading it and the same thing just kept happening.
I think I was too tired.
And a little sore. I had indeed grown bruises over my face and knees from yesterday's mission. Thankfully they weren't too bad but was still tender.
I shook my head, turning to my side so I could see Brad as I spoke to him.
I watched as his chest moved up and down as he spoke, my eyes catching sight of the small chest hairs he was growing on his chest.
Ooo! They're new.
"Not good, don't even get me started," I found myself saying, "Brook wouldn't take his bottle and Lily kept crying because I couldn't find her pacifier." I sighed a little too dramatically.
"I told you, it was sitting on her toy box on top of the lid like two hours ago. That's where I saw it last." I shook my head as Brad rolled over so we were laying on our sides looking at each other.
The two of us were sat on top of the covers. Me only now realizing that I was dressed in a plain white shirt which I think was Brad's honestly, and a pair of pajama shorts I'd thrown on earlier after my shower.
"I looked," I explained to him, "One of them must have moved it. I looked everywhere... Speaking of that we need to throw or donate half of their toys, they have a whole room full of them that they barely use!" Brad nodded his head in agreeance.
We'd recently turned the spare bedroom into the kids play room, with a sofa bed in it for guests. Not that anyone really stays with us anymore. But anyway, I vote that we get a bigger house! Then the kids could have a play room and we could have a proper spare bedroom for when Katherine visits.
Which isn't often because the kids toys are everywhere in there and the kids get up early and it isn't her thing.
Brad and I are used to the 5 a.m starts by now.
"I'll go through them over the weekend and we'll donate them... Especially the ones that make noise. Do you understand how creepy it is during the middle of the night, going to get water and hearin' one of those things randomly start singing or playing music?" He spoke with a horrified look on his face.
