You and Logan had known each other since middle school. You never talked much until college came up upon the both of you, and you both ended up in Yale.

You became close friends in a short amount of time, and you started a wonderful relationship with him. However, he made it clear to you he did NOT want kids.

“No matter what, okay? Never having a single one.” He spoke to you a bit harshly when the subject came up, so you just agreed.

Until the night you found out you were having your first.

He threatened to leave, there was a lot of yelling. However, as time went by, you worked things out and it ended up being okay. He was barely around—being one of the highest classes lawyers of the country—but he tried his hardest.

As quick as the first child, Tommy, came, so did the rest. Started with one, then you had three after your twins, then four, and you were currently pregnant with your fifth.

One night was especially noisy. Tommy was the only calm boy, 7 years old watching the television. The twinsKalani and Luana, both 5 yelled with dolls in their hands, crying, and then your current youngest, 2 year old Brandon sobbing as he reached for a cookie jar.

Logan suddenly walked inside, immediately wincing at the harsh noise from his exhausting long day…