Everyone began singing happy birthday when I placed the homemade car shaped cake down on the small plastic kids table. Everyone that loved my children the most were here, I looked around at the smiling faces.

There were Ryan's parents, Marie who was still going strong, then Molly and her boyfriend Tony with their eight month old son Tommy, Liam and his fiancée Lisa and lastly my parents.

Mom sat beside me on the floor, Carlie Belle sat on her lap and Phil stood behind her taking pictures. I had the twins sat on each leg; Casper was trying to stick his fingers in the cake while Casey wanted to blow out the candles too soon.

I was there wrestling my sons trying to keep them away from the cake until the family was done singing, it was always difficult especially once they'd started walking and causing mayhem. Carlie Belle could be just as bad sometimes.

"Blow the candles now." I told them, Carlie joined in too and it was an effort as the twins quickly became disinterested, wanting to dive for the cake.

"Yay we did it!" Carlie shouted once they were out then I let them attack the cake while our family laughed. I took the camera out of Ryan's hands and hugged him, watching out three beautiful kids cover themselves in frosting.

Ryan kissed my forehead, "It's your turn to put them to bed, good luck with all that sugar in their systems."

I smiled up at him, my chin resting on his chest, "I swear it's your turn."

He smiled and tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear with a smile, "Nope."

"Yes, I did it last night."

"I cooked dinner." He pointed out.

"And you left the kitchen in a mess which I had to clean because you did such a horrible job of it as usual."

He raised an eyebrow, "Do I have to tickle you wifey?"

"Don't even think about it hubby."

We'd been married almost three years now and we were still immature around each other, it explained why our kids were very funny to watch. I had finished my psychology degree last year and I'd been lucky to get a job as a clinical psychologist right afterwards.

Casper tugged on my leg to get my attention, "Mummy look, cake." said one of our two year old identical sons.

I ruffled his blond curls, "Is it nice baby?" He bobbed his head and stuck his sticky fingers in his mouth then went to join his brother and sister in their destruction of the cake.

I looked at Ryan, "Fine but bath time's all yours." I couldn't believe how lucky I was when five years ago a life with Ryan had seemed unlikely.

It was crazy that at the age of twenty one, I was a married mother of three children under the age of five, but I wouldn't change it for the world. Carlie Belle, Casey Beau and Casper Blake were the most wonderful gifts we'd ever been given.

I'd been completely shocked to find out that I was pregnant again just a year after our wedding. I'd been feeling weak for a while and thought it was just stress from school. Then I'd passed out one time and Ryan had freaked, taking me to hospital only to find out that I had a bun in the oven, at the time I hadn't known it was two.

When the midwife had said babies at the first scan, I almost had an aneurism. Of course Ryan was delighted. I hadn't wanted another baby so soon in the first place now I was getting two and I'd said to him once we got home, "I bet you did that on purpose." still in shock.

He'd asked me what I meant and I'd replied, "You made sure we'd get two instead of just one so you can have your big family and I have no say in it."