The Wives

"Nuh uh." She laid back on my chest and started playing with her toes.

"Momma Anna says it."

Uh huh, thought so; I'm sure the culprit in question probably hadn't been aware of the little ears in the vicinity when she'd been spouting off, but that was no excuse, we all knew to be careful of certain things. I'm no prude but I don't want my little princess to have a gutter mouth before she even reached Pre School.

The women were nowhere to be found as was the custom on Saturday mornings, it was daddy time, the weekends were about the only time they had to catch a breath, though each took turns watching over all the kids throughout the day during the week, they never really had any me time. They used Saturdays to get their hair and nails and shit done which was cool by me because by the time they get back it will be complaint hour. That's the hour they spent telling me everything that was wrong, it's like they saved that shit up for the weekends when they had my undivided attention.

I let the kids do their thing while I sat in contemplation; things seemed to be going a little haywire here lately and I'm not much for chaos, I like order and structure, it's how I've made my millions and turned them into billions at a very young age. I like to think ahead, plan for every contingency where I could. This latest thing with Janine's mom is the last in a long line of shit storms she's tried to brew in my family, in the past I've pretty much let things blow over because her petty shit was just that, petty bullshit; but now it seems she was stepping up her game, her discord had caused some issues that stretched beyond me and her daughter, I have to nip that shit in the bud.

Feeding time in this burg is a hassle for sure, my little helper Chelsea makes a mess that I have to clean up afterwards but daddy would never tell her that she wasn't helping, nah, she was too cute with her little head leaning to the side in concentration as she spread peanut butter on a slice of bread that somehow ends up all over her and the table.

The twins who thank heavens were pretty good boys were starting to fuss because they wanted their bottles. I set the other three boys up in their seats, the two year olds were in their special seats too even though they complained boisterously every time they had to sit in them. Chelsea had a strap in booster and the twins still laid in their inside carriers on top of the table.

With the others chowing down on PBJ sandwiches and chips to keep them occupied I held two bottles to the two little mouths as my greedy pigs went to town. Damn my boys were bruisers, all my kids were big babies, but these two had a little extra, made me wonder how Anna dealt with them at feeding time since she was still nursing and if the way they pulled on these bottles was any indication then she was a real trooper.

Nap time couldn't get here fast enough to suit me, I had some things to do but I'd heard enough horror stories to know you couldn't leave young kids alone no matter how quick you thought you were going to be. Chelsea was the first one out so I tucked her in with one of her pink bears before it was the boys' turns. Damien still slept in a crib while Jon and Russ had their little Batman car beds. This room had been built specifically for this, so all the kids could sleep here until they aged out so to speak. We'd figured age four was old enough to rotate them from the nursery to their own rooms. Chelsea was almost on her way out but the boys still had a ways to go, plus I hadn't bred anyone in over a year so I’m thinking something had to give pretty soon.

Janine is my breeder usually, seems like every time I even sneeze in her direction she gets nailed, Marcy seems to be having problems getting pregnant again it's something she's brought up to me a thousand times and no matter how much I tell her that there's nothing wrong with her she still stresses. It breaks my heart to see her cry over some shit we can't control, when Anna had gotten pregnant with the twins last year right after Janine had had Damien it had been hard on Marce, I'd spent plenty of nights reassuring her not to mention trying my best to rectify the situation. Marcy had some fucked up idea that the more children we had together the closer we'd be, by that estimation I should be closer to Janine and now Anna than her, I didn't understand that shit and didn't try to. When dealing with multiple wives you learned quick to stay the fuck away from certain things because when a female got something stuck in her fucking head you'd need a stick of dynamite to blast that shit out.