5 years later
"Damon! Jacob! Stop hitting each other!"
My baby twins come running to me, and I narrow my eyes at them. God! Can they ever stop fighting? I gave birth to two little copies of Max! They behave exactly like their father.
And they're so hyper!
"Mommmyyyyyyyy!! He hit me first," Jacob whines. I angrily put my hands on my hips, and give them the *mommy is very, very angry* look.
"NOOOOO! He is lying, momma!! Shoot you, Damon!" What- The- real- hell? I seriously need to stop Max from cursing infront of theses little boys. For God's sake! My life has become a living hell!!!
"JACOB! Don't you dare use that word again!" I scold him, and then feel a little sad. It's not his fault. Max is always cursing around in the house. Ward, we are so having a talk.
Damon giggles, and slaps
