61. The Aftermath

What is a happy ending?

Crying babies?

Sleep-depraved daddies?

Sure as hell not for me

- Jacqueline

Days and weeks of crying babies and lack of sleep later had turned me into an exhausted bitch while screaming bloody murder to the pizza delivery guy who dared to ring the bell while I was taking my well-deserved nap.

My husbands finally expedited the nanny hiring, all these times they kept on saying the candidates were being sorted. I was so tired I practically fell asleep in the bathtub, which almost killed me when fortunately Grady took me in his arms when he came to check up on me.

"I can't, I don't know how people do it with quintuplets but I'm tapping out. I need help, Grady, you both can't be here twenty-four hours a day. You have obligations, meetings, and companies to take care of." I was crying, sobbing feeling like a failure. Grady stayed quiet, he toweled dry my body and dressed me.

Then I looked at Percy he was holding the twins, one with a sling and the other one safely