I never imagined I would be successful. After Ivarsen was born, I just wanted to keep having more children. *Screams and noises filled the air in the living room, pillows flew from side to side before one hit my face. I sigh heavily trying to ignore the chaos around me, Gunnar, the second oldest, jumps grabbing my arm. "I want a hug!". The boy shouted. "No, I'm next!" A thin voice cracked, making my head hurt, Octavia ran, dragging Gunnar away. I have too many children, I really love them, but I never have a moment alone, or with my wife, if I want my wife, I have to ambush her in the fucking shower. “There are hugs for everyone!” I run my hand through my hair, feeling the urge to pull it out, a female figure enters the room, my wife leans against the wall watching the scene. Will she really stand still with the biggest brazenness? I looked at her with a pleading expression. “Do you mind coming here to help me contain these fussy little things?” I muttered, dodging yet another pillow being thrown.