Dean

"After these two, no more." Milan hissed as I helped her out of the car.

I fake pouted. "Awww come on, Mils." I whined.

She shot me a dark look. "Three kids have already come out of me and two more are on the way." She said sounding irritated. "All of them are boys. No girls. I'm done."

I rolled my eyes. "You are so dramatic."

"You have it easy! All you have to do is hump and be over with! I have to carry for nine months!" She yelled as she helped Isaac and Dean Jr. out of the car. I got Mason out of his car seat.

"Mils...I'm only joking." I said as I held Mase in my arms.

"Lo que sea." She waddled to the front door with the boys holding onto her hands.

I sped walked after her. "Slow down. You're going too fast!"

She cut her eyes at me and let out an aggravated groan. "I'm waddling, Dean. Waddling!" She turned to me.

"I'm just trying to-" "I don't care! I can handle myself! Are you serious! I can't even so much as lift a foot without you fussing about it!"

"Milan cal-" "Don't tell me to cal-"

The front door opened. "I knew I heard an angry pregnant woman out here." Mikey smirked.

"Shut up and let me in." She pushed past him after the boys ran into the house.

Mikey's eyes followed her in shock and looked back at me. "I thought you would have learned after the first two." He said with pursed lips, but his eyes were laughing...if that makes sense.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Quiete tu boca." I rolled my eyes after I walked in.

"Gawd! Still haven't gotten a hello!" He yelled.

Dean, Milan, and the rest will return...