David's Point Of View
I cannot believe I am 36 years old.
I could see the sunlight shining through my eye lids, and hear the rustling in the kitchen.
And then little toes digging into my ribs.
I grabbed the foot, and tickled the bottom of it.
Squeals exploded into the room.
"Daddy no!"
My second youngest, Caleb, wiggled always from me, before jumping up, putting his hands on his hips, and glowering at me.
"That was rude daddy! I was watching cars!"
"Oh no, not cars." He tried not to smile.
"How rude of me." I sat up and hooked him under the legs and yanked him forward.
He shrieked and rolled forward and grabbed my hands.
"No daddy!" I laughed and stood up, "where is mommy?"
"Makin' pancakes daddy." He deadpanned, as if it was the most obvious thing ever.
"Oh yeah, silly me, I should have known." I picked him up as he threw his head back, laughing.
I walked into the kitchen, where 3 of my other kids sat.
I have 6 kids. I don't know how to say no to my wife. Even after 14 years of marriage.
I put Caleb down just as his little legs ran as fast as he could to his big brother.
"Quinn! You should watch cars with me after breakfast!"
"I've got practice Buddy." Quinn picked up his brother, and Caleb pouted.
"What about after practice? Pretty please? With a cherry on top??"
Quinn chuckled and then nodded, "fine you got me, when I get home we will watch cars."
"Yay!"
I walked over to Natalie, and wrapped my arms around her.
"Good morning Angel."
"Good morning." She whispered.
She flipped the pancake and then turned in my arms.
I kissed her.
"Ew, that's gross." Valentina shuttered.
I pulled away from Natalie and walked over to my daughter.
"It's gross that I love your mom?"
"No it's gross that you have to kiss all the time."
"You'll find a boy you want to kiss all the time one day." Natalie piped up.
"Preferably never." I hissed.
"Daddy, one day you'll have to let me talk to boys."
"Who says?"
"Me."
She crossed her arms and looked up at me with the same look Natalie gave me, when she wanted... 'just one more baby.'
And now we have 6.
"Never." I pulled her off the stool and hugged her.
She groaned and wrapped her arms around my waist.
"Fine for now daddy." She huffed.
"Happy birthday dad." I turned around.
I was handed a perfectly wrapped gift, by my perfectionist daughter.
"Thank you peanut." I took it and then hugged her.
"Of course." She smiled, biting her lip.
Just like mom.
But in every other way she was creepily a mini me.
I opened the gift, it was a picture frame, with a picture of all the kids.
I smiled and looked up.
"Thank you peanut, I love this."
"As I love you." She smiled brightly, and stood on her tippy toes.
I kissed her cheek and then she went to Natalie and kissed her cheek.
"Good morning mom."
"Good morning honey." She handed her a plate of food.
"Eat up before school."
"Where are my other children?"
"Wyatt is sick in bed, and Carlie, is.."
As if on cue, our youngest made noises, that woke the monitor to life.
"Awake, and her highness is waiting." Natalie turned and smiled brightly at me.
I nodded in agreement, before taking to the stairs.
It had been hard to get rid of the house that we had made so many memories in.
Brought home our first 2 babies to.
But when Natalie got pregnant with the twins, it was time to move.
We were gonna go back to Chicago, but we both had fallen in love with Cali.
I pushed the nursery door open.
"Hi honey."
Carlie was making a distressed non stop noise, her head on her arm as she stared at the ground over her railing.
Her head popped up at the sound of my voice. She gasped.
"Dada!" She screamed.
Literally screamed.
I don't even know where she gets that much energy.
I lifted her up and pulled her paci out.
"Good morning sleepy head." I attempted to brush her crazy hair down, but it wasn't working.
"Swept hed." She giggled.
"Yes you, sleepy head."
She giggled again. I set her down on the changing table, and changed her diaper.
When I tried to put her pajamas on she glared at me and kicked her legs.
"Fine, naked baby. No clothes."
I set her on the floor, and handed her her blanket.
She shoved her paci back in her mouth, and trotted out of the room.
I rolled my eyes. She's crazy.
I peaked into Wyatts room.
"Hi buddy."
"Hi dad." He mumbled.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I just got a head ache."
"You gotta stop reading so much, and go to sleep at a decent time." I teased.
He rolled over and grunted in response.
I closed the door and walked down the stairs.
I picked up my camera and turned it on.
"Good morning guys! Today I'm 21."
"Right!" Natalie laughed and walked over to me, "just like you have been for the past 15 years?"
"Duh." I smiled down at her, holding the camera up.
"Ugh are you going to kiss...AGAIN?" Val gagged.
I turned the camera to her.
"Val doesn't like when we kiss, she thinks it's gross."
"It is." She grabbed the camera.
"Dad is 36 today, he's an old man now."
"Hey!"
"Mom made chocolate chip pancakes though, because he's also 5 and it's his favorite." She shoved pancake into her mouth, and Caleb grabbed the camera.
"Hi guys! Mommy made mine look like Mickey!"
"Those are mine Cal." Quinn went to steal them, and Caleb flipped.
"Mine! You're not even 5! You can't have these!" He set the camera down.
And when he got his plate back, he picked the camera back up.
Like a true vlogger, "sorry guys, Quinn is really dumb."
"Hey that's not a nice word!" Natalie reprimanded.
"Neither is stealin my pancakes momma but he did it!"
"Touché kid." Quinn laughed, ruffling Calebs hair.
I wrapped my arms around my beautiful wife.
"I love you angel."
"I love you too." She mumbled, holding my arms she leaned back into me.
I kissed her shoulder as she shook with laughter over the kids fighting over the camera.
"Definitely your kids."
"I never doubted it." I laughed.
The beginning! I finally found inspiration, if your confused, go back to starting over, I have some typa intro for all the kids there.
Hope you enjoyed!