Finally Myra.

3.

*Myra's POV*

I can not tell you how excited I was to pull in my driveway, go in, and see Layton.

Excited to the point where I ran in to my house and screamed, "Where is my baby!"

"He is sleeping Myra. How irresponsible would we be if we didn't have him nap." Micha shook his head.

"Yeah Myra, what are we, incompetant." Blake rolled his eyes.

"Ok." I nodded. "I'm assuming you remembered to put him in a pull-up to lay down then?" I crossed my arms.

And they both just looked at eachother.

"Shit." Micha jumped up off the couch and ran to Layton's room.

"We tried." Blake laughed.

I looked over at Lacey and Brady.

They both held their hands up. "We tried, they said they could handle it." Lacey laughed.

"Myrabelle Annaleese Rumford." I heard a big booming voice yell from the kitchen.

"Oh wow." Jordan laughed as Nate and the girls came in to the living room.

"Ci-ci." Kiara smiled and reached for Lacey.

"Hi baby." Lacey smiled and took her from Nate.

"Aunt My." Amaya smiled and hugged me.

"Hi honey. How was your last day of school?" I squeezed and picked her up.

"Bad." She looked down.

"Why, what happend?" I shook my head.

"I got in trouble." She crossed her arms.

"Tell her why Amaya." Nate shook his head.

"Well, these boys were picking on me, so, I hit them, and Mrs. Barber asked me why I hit them."

"And tell her what you told Mrs. Barber." Nate crossed his arms.

"You're not supposed to hit anyone Amaya. What did you tell Mrs. Barber." I raised my eyebrows.

"I told her because these boys aint shit." She nodded.

My jaw dropped.

Drake, Blake, Cooper, Jordan, and Riken all choked back a laugh.

"Amaya Jolene Thompson!" I pursed my lips.

"Why would you teach her that." Nate shook his head.

"I did not teach her that." I shook my head.

"Then who did?" He gave me a look.

"Probably the one who says it on a daily basis Nathan." I nodded.

And then he looked over at Lacey. "Really." He raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't think she'd actually say it!" She laughed.

"Baby, why?" Brady looked over at her.

"You're not a boy." She shrugged. "And that's nothing compare to what you taught Layton."

"What did you teach my son?" I looked over at Brady.

"Now that, I had nothing to do with." Nate raised his hands.

"Brady." I crossed my arms as I put Amaya down.

"Nothing." He shook his head.

"Brady Alexander Parker, what did you teach my son." I raised my eyebrows.