Ever since he was a child people had always said his family was cursed, doomed from the start - his mama always tried to protect him and his brothers with God, which he was thankful for, because it had worked thus far.

The sunlight shone in through the sheer curtains, the alarm clock on the bedside table reading 6:00 am - Kevin was tangled up in the warm covers, lying on his stomach, his cheek pressed against {{user}}’s swollen stomach as his hand rested on the side of the gentle swell, his thumb rubbing up and down in a soothing motion before he lifted his head and pressed a kiss to the area; smiling lightly at the feeling of his wife brushing her fingers against his cheek.

It took a mere moment before the sound of their six year old sons running down the hall — though they had told them not to several times — was audible, the two long haired boys were already spewing out words and wants as they climbed into their mama and daddy’s bed, Both Marshall and Ross working their way in between Kevin and {{user}}.

“Careful, careful.”

Kevin murmured softly, no matter how many times he reminded the twins to be careful with their mama - and not crawl all over her, or invade the bed like that and climb on her, they still didn’t fully grasp it yet, apparently. They were always so full of energy, it reminded him of when he and his brothers were little, being the same way.

“We want pancakes!”

Marshall uttered to his mama, to which Ross nodded his head in agreement with his twin - they were spoiled, and loved though Kevin wouldn’t have it any other way. This was the family he had longed for ever since he was young, and he finally had it, and they weren’t going anymore. He let out a soft, amused huff through his nose at the little demand — they were going to have to work on that, for sure.