His Kitten

Chapter 72

It's been about 5 months since the whole one of the triplets dying thing. I am now 35 weeks pregnant and have about 5 weeks of the pregnancy left.

Well that is if I go full term. They could come next week or even sometime this week. Even though that would be a little early it could happen. We have everything set up.

We have the twins room set up right next to Tristan and I's room. We got the cribs,changing table, a lot of diapers, and outfits. The outfits are gender neutral because Tristan and I decided to wait until they are born to know what we're having.

Even though Tristan swears they are girls. He keeps calling them his Princesses. I really hope he's right. Because if not then he's been calling our son or sons princess for the last 3 months.

Anyways I am 35 weeks along now. And Tristan is not really happy about it. Why? Because he says I'm grumpy and that I don't behave. Well of course I'm "grumpy" there's 2 babies pushing on my bladder and kicking me all the time.

Tristan made Taylor's friends work for him until they could pay him back. So far they got $100,000 back which I guess is good but they've got a lot to go. We still haven't found Bree. It's like she vanished into thin air.

However, we did find the people that bombed us. We went in a mission and killed everyone. Except for the leader. Tristan and them took the leader so Tristan could try to figure out why they bombed us.

It was actually just last week that the mission happened. Of course I stayed at home. Because Tristan said me or the babies could get hurt blah blah blah. I could've done it. Just because I'm pregnant that doesn't mean I'm suddenly useless.

It is i think 9 something in the morning. Idk all I know is i work up like maybe an hour ago. I showered and put on leggings and a random shirt.

My bump big, but not as big as some other woman's. I'd say a little bigger than a mom of 1 baby that's about 40 weeks along.

Anyways, I put on the leggings and random shirt. I walked into the living room asked where Tristan and them are and Taylor said downstairs.

I walk downstairs even though Taylor said not to. I walk downstairs and towards the play room. I hear someone angrily yelling something and lots screaming like someone's getting tortured.

I open the door and walk into the play room. Everyone looks at me and the guy (the leader of the gang that bombed us) smirks. "Awwww you look like your about to pop." He says and laughs.

Tristan glares at me. "Damn it Kitten. I told you not to come down here. This is the only fucking place I said not to go to. And yet here you are." Tristan angrily says and I frown.

"Well I'm sorry. I just woke up and I wanted to see you." I explain and Tristan sighs. "I get you wanted to see me, but I'll be upstairs in about an hour. You couldn't wait an hour to see me." He says and I look at the ground.

"If I knew you were going to be a dick. I would've stayed upstairs." I mumble. "What have I said about mumbling?" Tristan asks and I just stay quiet.

"Tell me what you said." He angrily says and I glare at him. "I said that if I knew you were going to be a dick. I would've just stayed upstairs." I scream and he looks at me.

"God I wake up to the babies kicking me after a horribly rough night. I came down here because I wanted kisses and belly rubs, but instead I got yelled at for no fucking reason." I angrily say and wrap my arms around the belly.

"I've had it up to here with your crap." I say and reach my hand up as high as it can reach. "I'm fucking done." I scream and walk out of the room. I slam the door shut behind me and angrily stomp upstairs.