-2 Months Later-
Just a few more boxes to unpack and we'll finally be settled into our new home. Alice and Oliver's speech skills have grown and can almost say whole sentences. Of course they don't make that much sense but you can get the idea. I was actually sitting with them outside. It was a hot summer day so I bought them a small pool to share. I sat right next to them and watched them splash around while my feet were in the water.
"Why no get in mommy?" Alice asked.
"Mommy is too big sweetie. Only made for you and your brother" I replied.
She went back to playing and I sat there soaking up the sun. I was in my blue two piece bikini. Dan and Phil were inside making lunch, but it was taking them quite a bit of time.
"Where the hell are they?" I whispered to myself.
Almost as if on cue, both boys come out with cut up hot dogs for the kids, and hamburgers for us three. Phil came with two drinks for him and Dan (I wasn't thirsty).
"I'm actually shocked you guys didn't burn the house down" I laughed teasing them.
"You just put wieners in a lot water till their hot, how hard could it be?" Dan smirked.
"You have no idea how dirty that sounded" I said.
He winked at me as Alice waddled over to him for a bite of food. Oliver continued splashing around in the kiddie pool. I just laid back on my beach towel on the grass.
"Y/n where did you get that bikini?" Dan asked confused.
"Phil bought it for me while you were guys went shopping last week" I explained.
"You said you went to the bathroom and got a smoothie! I knew it wasn't that because you were gone for almost two hours! What the fuck Phil!" Dan screamed at him.
"Dan calm down, I knew it would upset you so I didn't say anything about it" Phil replied fearfully.
"Really guys? This fighting is getting old and you need to stop" I warned sternly.
They ignored me and I looked at Alice still eating her hot dog bits. Dan continued to yell at Phil and Phil yelled back. I am so sick and tired of their fighting and am going to take drastic measures. I got up off the ground and stomped over to them.
"Listen to me butt heads! Stop this fighting that's going on with you! I'm tired of it and I feel like I'm the only one that's taking care of what's supposed to be our kids! Do you not understand how tired I am with them and now you guys? I am trying to be the best mother that I can be and I need to have you with me trying to be good fathers" I yelled angrily at them.

"I wasn't the one who started this argument it was Dan, he was the one who asked about your swimwear. I was just getting our drinks ready and whatnot" Phil said.

"I wouldn't have had a problem with you getting it for her but you wasted time lying about it and gas. I was supposed to get Alice ready for bed but with you being gone so long I didn't make it back in time and we found both twins passed out in the living room with y/n asleep on the couch who was obviously exhausted" Dan yelled at Phil.

"Can you just forget about the damn swimsuit for a second and focus on the real issue? You guys are constantly fighting and I may have found a sol-" I stopped mid-sentence when I heard Alice coughing pretty hard.

I turned to look at her and saw that she was on the ground choking.

"Oh my god my baby! Dan run inside and get me a pillow! Phil get me some water in a sippy cup!" I yelled through sobs.

I sat Alice up slightly on her back and starting doing minor CPR on her (I was certified a few years ago). Dan ran back out with the pillow and placed it under her head.

"What did she choke on?" Dan asked worried.

"That damn hot dog while we were arguing!" I snapped back.

Phil ran back out with the water and I held it to her mouth and urged her to drink. She took a few sips and began to breath again. I had pushed on her stomach to get the hot dog out of her airway and then get it back down the right passage by drinking water. Once that was over I decided to take her to the hospital to make sure that she was going to be okay and that nothing was left in her airway. I was taking Oliver with me too because I could no longer trust either boys with the twins in fear that something like this would happen when they fought.

"I am going to get dressed and then take Alice to the hospital along with Oliver" I snapped barging inside quickly grabbing my shorts and tank top. I ran back out with a long toddler shirt for Alice and some dry shorts for Oliver as he didn't get his shirt wet that much. I got the both dressed and then got the out to the car in their car seats. As I walked back in to grab my purse, I saw Dan and Phil getting ready to come with me. This made me so angry.

"What the fuck do you guys think you're doing? You're not going with me after what you've done!" I yelled at them.

"We want to be there and help you out" Phil said softly.

"Then you should've been there a long time ago and I'm talking before they were born! Even during my pregnancy you two would fight, but not as bad as you do now! And you guys only help with them when I tell you to! It's not fair and I am so tired of it! You need to step up and be fathers like you said you wanted to be! I am going to the hospital and am going to stay at a hotel for a few days to figure out what I'm gonna do. Now you just sit here and do whatever I honestly don't give a shit" I growled walking back out the car and driving away.