“Chris,” Ben said in surprise. “Uncle Chris!” Shawn cried and ran over to him. Chris picked him up. “Hey there fatty,” he said and poked Shawn’s stomach. Shawn giggled and reached out, slapping Chris. “Jerk,” he said, sticking his tongue out.

                “Hey! Don’t slap him Shawn,” I said sternly. “Apologize.” Shawn frowned deeply. “Sorry Uncle Chris,” he said, innocence dripping off his voice. “It’s okay Shawn. Your mom is overreacting.” Chris smirked at me.

                I sighed in annoyance. Chris got on my nerves. He had a terrible influence on Ben. “What do you want Chris?” I asked, irritation exploding in my voice.

                Chris raised an eyebrow. “Bitch much?” “Don’t swear in front of my kids!” I snapped. Chris laughed. “Chill out Ali. Jesus. You weren’t this bitchy when you were pregnant.”

                “Chris, stop swearing! What do you want?” I demanded. “I’ll swear if I want. Fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit,” he said with a cocky smirk.

                Shawn placed a finger to his lip curiously. “Mommy, what does fuck shit mean?” I glared at Chris in disgust. “Benjamin, get your friend out of the house. Now,” I hissed.

                Chris turned his smirk at Ben. “Are you that whipped yet BJ?” Ben had paled. “Chris, just stop,” he grumbled. He stood up and yanked Shawn out of Chris’s arms. Chris laughed.

                “God I miss the old you BJ. Remember? You never let a chick tell you what to do. I had never seen BJ Jarvis whipped before. Then you knocked up that bitch.”

                Ben glared. “Shut up Chris,” he growled. “Daddy,” Shawn whimpered. Ben loosened his incredibly tight grip on Shawn. “Sorry kid,” he said with a slight smile.

                Chris shoved his hands into the pockets of his skinny jeans. “Look, I came here to talk to you BJ. I have something important that you just might want to know.” Ben gave him a confused look. “Talk to me about what?”

                Chris glanced at the twins. “I think only you should hear this BJ. It might piss you off more than they need to see.” Ben glared. “Just tell me Chris. I can handle it.” Chris sighed and ran a hand through his hair.       

                “Never mind BJ. I’ll tell you tomorrow at work, okay? By the way, my dad found out I got drunk.” He smirked and laughed. Ben rolled his eyes. “Still?” Chris nodded. I stared at them in confusion.

                “Chris’s parents don’t punish him. They blame themselves. So if Chris gets drunk, it’s their fault for not being better parents,” Ben explained. I shook my head. No wonder Chris was such a spoiled bastard.

                “Well, I’ll see you at work BJ. Bye Shawn! Bye Shane!” Chris said cheerfully. “Bye Uncle Chris!” they called and ran to hug him. He hugged them and ruffled their hair before leaving the room.

                “But mommy; what does fuck shit mean?” Shawn asked once we heard the front door slam. “It’s something very bad Shawn. Never say it again!” I said, using my scary-mom voice. Shawn shrank back and nodded timidly. “Okay mommy,” he said.

                I smiled at him and began to tickle him. He squealed in delight. Ben grinned and grabbed Shane, tickling him until he was also squealing.

                Claire came back into the room and smiled at us. “Grandma!” the boys cried in between their fits of giggles. “Boys, let’s tickle your daddy,” Claire said and jokingly shoved Ben. He rolled over on the floor. “Oh no!” he cried playfully as the twins jumped on him and started tickling him.

                “Help us tickle him mommy!” Shane said. I laughed and joined in, tickling Ben as he laughed joyfully. This was the life.

                                                                                ***Jeydyn’s POV***

                I watched from the doorway as Ali and the twins tickled my big brother on the floor. I clenched my fist and watched in jealously. Why did Ali have to take my brother away from me? He was all I had. He was all I had ever had.

                Ben jumped up and grabbed Shane. He began to tickle Shane. “I’ve got you now!” he cried, grinning. That’s what he used to do to me when I was really little.

                “Hey Jey. What’s up?” dad asked, coming up to me with a smile. “Nothing daddy,” I said, wrapping my arms around him. He hugged me back tightly. “Come on; let’s go play outside,” he said.

                “Okay. I’ll be outside in a minute,” I said and he nodded and went downstairs. I peeked back into the room. Shawn was running out. I stuck my foot out as he passed by. He crashed to the ground and began to cry and scream.

                Scared, I hurried away from him.

                                                                                ***Ali’s POV***

                Shawn giggled and ran out of the room. A second later, he started screaming and crying. Ben and I jumped up in alarm and ran out to him. He was laying on the ground clutching his knee.

                “Shawn! Are you okay? What happened?” Ben asked, kneeling next to him. Shane came out and frowned. “Don’t cry Shawn!” he begged and kissed Shawn’s cheek. Ben carefully pulled Shawn into his lap and examined his knee.

                I could see the bruise forming and knelt down next to Shawn as he cried more. “Jeydyn tripped me!” he cried. Ben froze. “What?” he asked at last. “Aunt Jeydyn tripped me and ran away,” Shawn sobbed and buried his face in Ben’s chest.

                Ben gently rubbed his back but I could see the troubled look in his eyes.

                I leaned over and kissed Shawn. “Are you okay?” I asked gently. He sniffed and nodded, rubbing his eyes. I smiled at him softly. He rested his head on Ben’s shoulder and poked his knee. He whimpered and sniffed again.

                There was a knock on the door. Ben and I gave each other confused looks before I picked up Shane. Ben carried Shawn downstairs and I followed behind him. We reached the front door and Ben opened it. Our eyes widened and our faces paled.

                Jenny.