One Year After The Wedding

I sit and watch them, Kellan is behind me with his body wrapped around mine.

"Tired?" I look at him, and he nods. "Blame Darius."

"I do! We told him it wouldn't work." He laughs, and I watch Darius walk in. The babies are in their chairs, finally settled.

"I'm sorry, okay?" He looks at us, amused.

"So, bedrooms?" He thought giving them each a room would work, we objected but agreed to put the girls in one, and boys in another, purely to prove a point.

"Okay, I was wrong. Keep them together in one room for now." He sits down, and we laugh.

"I told you it wasn't ideal while they were still young." He didn't want to believe it.

"I'm tired. Stop picking on me. Apparently, tiredness plus me equals dumbness and loss of brain cells. I don't even know why I suggested it because I know it was stupid."

Yet he did, actually, he suggested each having their own room. I can understand, though; they are four months, no longer tiny babies, but still, separating them at night was a bad idea.

I watch a