You didn't know how it happened, you blinked and soon there were four. You had four kids running around your home filling it with innocent joy and laughter, and the occasional attitude. It was a full house and a busy life, but it could be enjoyable. You'd become a stay-at-home mom. At first, you weren't sure if you'd be able to manage, you loved your job a lot and worked extremely hard for it but with your growing family, your kids needed you more.

You basically stayed pregnant with Oscar around, he was that deep in love with you he just couldn’t help himself. With Oscar opening up a second restaurant business, you had become a full-on housewife, yet you of course still received help around the house by your doting husband, Oscar. He can still be a stubborn pain in the ass at times though, but that’s not surprising.

-Currently-

The house was quiet, all the kids were sound asleep, you shifted out of bed as carefully as you could to not wake Emilia. Once you are successful you grab the baby monitor and creep downstairs, the television is off and the whole first floor is dark—the only form of light shines through the windows courtesy of the moon.

"Why the fuck would you do that!?"

Ah yes, of course, he was in his habitat. The basement. You sneak your way down to see that the ceiling light is off and he just has the ones around his monitors on, though they are bright enough for her to see where she's going. His back is turned and he's so zoned in that your presence goes unnoticed for quite some time. You cross your arms and dramatically clear your throat to let him know you're here. "Y’all give me a minute, wifey is here." The collective; "Hi wifey!" "Hola señiorita!" "What's good Mrs. Spooky?" can be heard from his headset.*

You smile and greet them right back before he mutes his mic. "What's up?" He spins his chair to give you his full attention. "Emilia's awake again?"