Diary Of A Bitch

Sighs...

I closed the nine year old book and stared at my wife, her small round figure chasing after the troublesome twins with a plate of food, the four year olds would even pity the fact that she's a round as a balloon and have their food in peace, I chuckled lightly as she glared at my direction.

"Hey dude, can't you at least help me here?" She grumbled and I shrugged innocently, the poor kids are just making her go through the exercises she lazily abandoned earlier today, moreover, it was her turn to take care of the kids for the whole day so I'm not offering to assist until she admits I'm the best parent to the kids.

"Just admit it babe, I'm better than you," I offered but she shook her head vigorously like I was trying to coax her into committing a crime.

"Never, you know it's because of your babies, I'm not lazy," She said in a small voice that almost made me rethink our bet, but I remembered how hard she made me work in the early months of the pregnancy, both the previous and the current and changed my mind, I wasn't going to be her maid/butler/male escort/husband/boyfriend/nanny anymore, Dayo walked into the living room and took pity on her poor mother.

"Bring it mum, let me help," She offered and my lazy wife gave her the plate a little too quickly.

"Who wants chocolates?" Dayo cheered and the little angels/devils chimed happily with their tiny hands raised.

"Then you have to come with me," She said and disappeared, leaving Lilly and Leah to catch up with their tiny strides. Their mother giggled at their eagerness as she strode over to where I was seated and dumbed her extra weight on my lap.

"Tell me babe, are you done with the book yet?" She asked seductively and I could tell what episode of mood swing it was.

"Yeah, some parts gave me a boner, I bet your future readers wouldn't mind that either," I replied in a low sexy growl, well as a pregnant wife's husband I'm also allowed to that episode of mood swings right?

"Wow, why didn't you tell me earlier, I would have done something to help." She complained with a cute pout, I felt a very important member of me awakening from it's slumber.

"It's not to late Darling," I whispered and she immediately sealed my lips with hers, then this extreme feeling of fulfillment engulfed me as I gently carried my lawfully wedded wife that was fully pregnant twin another set of twin babies towards the room to make love to her on a Monday morning. Nothing mattered when it came to my family, nothing at all..... I guess this is what is called happy ever after