Our Tiny Mate (boyxboyxboy)

(Edited) Part Forty Five Kylers POV

Its been 4 years.
4 damn hard and ridiculously long years.
But we've made it. Barely.
Our babies are all healthy and hyperactive bundles of joy...and destruction.
We have had a roller coaster ride of ups, downs and frickin loopty loops. Its been hard. So very very hard. But we've made it.
'Dada!' A giggly little scream breaks me from my trance. I turn in time to catch a small slender body that launches itself at me.
'You shouldnt do that Ozzy! You couldve hurt yourself.' I scold the little white haird boy, but all i got was a toothy grin. I couldnt help but smile and chuckle. 'Wheres your papa? I thought you were making cakes?' I ask him as i situate him comfortably on my hip.
'I did. We finish.' He giggles. His speech is still a little broken and not as good as the other kids but hes happy and healthy and that is all we care about.
'Oh did you now. Well where is my piece?' I ask.
The little boy looks a little confused before guilt claims his face. He also has a little trouble processing things. It can be a little delayed at times.
'I had it to give you. But i eats it.' He nods, seeming satisfied with his answer.
I mock gasp 'you ate it! How could you?'
The little sod giggles before squirming his way out of my grasp and running off, laughing as he does so.
I swear that kid is too much like his papa for his own good.
As i finally get to the kitchen i am greeted with a glorious smell. Ubfortunately the kitchen has seen better days. It looked like a food fight had gone on. All the units and cupboards and the floor was caked in layers of flour, chocolate and god knows what else. The pups werent in any better condition. All four of them were coated in everything. Im suprised any baking had actually been completed with the amount of mess.
'What on earth has gone on in here!? Look at all of you. I may as well put you all in the oven and make a cake out of you so the ingredients dont go to waste.' I chuckle as i take in the scene before me.
My twin looks as though he is being held captive by our sprogs as he lies face down in the mess.
'Is your dad still alive?' I ask almost sincerly. It was a little worrying. How was he breathing with all that flour on the floor?
'He being silly daddy. He doing a flour angel!' Ryder squealed in delight before jumping on his dads back causing Tyler to choke on a gasp, most likely inhaling more flour than air.
'Wheres your papa guys?' I asked as i ignored my twins pleas for help.
'Bathroom.' Tommy shouted as he dived onto Tyler also.
I shook my head before heading in the direction of the bathroom.
'Boo!' I whispered as i wound my arms round Dakota, having found him attempting to clean himself off but failing.
He jumped along with a high pitched squeal before proceeding to curse me for doing that to him and for almost making him piss himself.
'Sorry baby i just couldnt help myself.' I chuckled as i kissed up and down his neck while my hands rubbed his belly.
Yes. Thats right. I rubbed his beautifully plump and round stomach.
'Well what would you have done if the shock caused my waters to break?' He scolded.
Yes Dee was pregnant again. We had two more pups on the way. Thankfully not five this time. It was a complete shock to us as we were careful this time round but apparently not careful enough. But we wouldnt change it for the world.
We are happy.
Dakota is finally better. Yes he may have the odd emotional outburst every now and then but those are very few and far between now.
Rocco is now Alpha, officially taking over the pack a year ago. Me and Tyler are his betas, but we had no choice, he made it so we couldnt really refuse. Him and Joey now have another pup on the way, totalling four now. Marco and Jenny are expecting their first child or children. They have kept it secret and very hush hush on what and how many they are having.
Everyday is fun and games and i wouldnt have it any other way.

Life is finally good and the way it should be.