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The next few days were crazy. Teammates, friends, and Patrick's family were in and out all day, every day. After about five days, it was time to take the babies home. Where unfortunately, it still would not be just me and Patrick. I didn't mind it, I figured we could use the help. but Patrick did. He loved all his family, but even I have to admit sometimes, its nice when its just Patrick and I.

"Ready to go?" Patrick smiled at me.Patrick's mom, Erica, my friend Mackenna who had flown in, Kara, and a few other of our friends. Patrick and I remained in room with our two babies set on the floor, in carriers.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked smiling, pulling my waist into him.

"I think so" I said throwing my arms around his neck,"Are you."

"Patrick! Come on!" we heard his mother yell from the hallway,

"i'm not ready for another week of that" he said, as we both laughed.

We each picked up a baby carrier, and proceeded to our car that was pulled up in front of the hospital, we had no idea, the mayhem we were heading into.
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"Patrick are you sure you're prepared to be a father?" "how are the children?" "Is it true your wife almost lost both children due to unhealthy habits?" tons of press reporters, photographers, and video people attacked us as soon as we left the hospital doors.

Erica and Patrick's mom got out of the car, the reporters were jamming lights, and microphones, cameras, and video recorders in Patrick and I's faces. Everyone wanted a shot of the Blackhawks former party boys' kids.

Shayne and Cody, shut they eyes, and screamed.

"Come on guys!" Patrick yelled trying to push through the crowd, he handed his baby carrier to his mom, who immediatley strapped Cody into the car, Patrick turned to look for me, I was buried back with Shayne behind thousands of cameraman. I could feel myself getting knocked back at forth.

"Patrick!" I yelled, I might be able to the take the rocking, but Shayne certainly couldn't.

Patrick pushed back through, and I handed him Shayne's carrier. The noise was deafening for me, I couldn't imagine what it would be like for a little baby.

I tried to push through the crowd, but they wouldn't let me through.

"Kylie!" Patrick yelled. I felt myself being thrown to the ground, they continued to photograph me. I couldn't get up, it was like they were holding me down to get there shot.

"Hey, Get off her!" Patrick screamed sharply, pushing a photographer and picking me up off the ground, we sprinted to the car

"Oh my god!" Donna said, as Patrick pulled the car away. I looked down at my sons strapped into the car, they could not live this way, Patrick and I wouldn't let them.

We got back to our house around five o'clock, and Donna decided she wanted to cook dinner.

Our house was filled with people, Donna, Erica, Kara, Mackenna, and tomorrow Jessica, Jacqueline, and Patrick's father would fly in. It was nice to have help, but Patrick and I were clearly overwhelmed. Everyone wanted to hold the twins, everyone wanted to feed them, but no one wanted to change them.

A part of me couldn't wait until it was just Patrick, myself, and our babies.

After dinner, I was cradling Shayne on the couch. My eyes were heavy, today had been exhausting, Patrick was cradling Cody, and our friends and family were moving around all over the house. Kara had gone home for the night and would be back tomorrow, Mackenna had gone with her to save space. And we had thought this townhouse was so big, I thought.Donna was in the kitchen cooking things for the next few days and packing them up. Erica was on the phone with her boyfriend.

"Patrick!" his mother yelled from the kitchen. "How to you work this thing?" she yelled pushing buttons on the dishwasher.

Patrick threw his head back against the couch, I smiled at him with what little energy I had left, he placed Cody in the pack and play we had set up in the living room.

It was getting late and Patrick and I decided to carry the babies upstairs, I was changing Cody's diaper when Donna came in. Patrick rolled his eyes, the last few days he was beginning to clash with his mother. It was sweet that she wanted to help, but it became a bit over bearing.

"No, no" she said "Patrick, he's a baby you have to support the head, support it" she slid her hand under Shayne's head as Patrick placed him on the other side of the table.

"No, Patrick you've got to- Oh, you know what just let me do it." she said pushing him aside and changing Shayne's diaper.

Patrick walked into our bedroom across the hall and slammed the door.

"I don't know whats going on in that boys head" she said. I didn't say anything, I finished changing Cody into his pajamas and placed him in his crib.Donna was trying to help and I appreciated that, but these were Patrick and I's kids, and she needed to understand that to.

"Patrick?" I said, opening the door to our bedroom, he was lying face up on our bed, with his hands over his face.

"Hey," I said sitting down next to him, he sat up leaning over his knees, "she just wants to help."

"I know, she just frustrating." he said wiping his hands over his face.

"I know" I said "but she's only here this week." I smiled at him, making a dorky face. He laughed hard.

"Why are you so perfect?" he asked pulling my onto his lap.

I laughed, "far from it" I said.

"Way closer than you think." he smiled, and I pressed my nose against his. I looked down and I was shocked, my body had immediately transformed to the way I looked before my pregnancy, I hadn't even noticed until now.

and just as he pulled me into a kiss.

his mom walked in.

"Your babies are asleep," she said, "maybe we should focus on the two we have before we work on making anymore."
she closed the door behind her.

Patrick and I were horrified, how could she say that? I was mortified, and Patrick could tell.

"Ky don't even worry about her." he said as I jumped off his lap and paced back and forth. "

"Oh my god!" I said "She thinks i'm a slut!"

Patrick laughed, "Kylie, we're married and we have two kids, I think she knows we've slept together."

I laughed, and sat back on his lap.

"I guess you're right" I laughed.

It was almost eleven o' clock now and the both of us were exhausted, we poured ourselves into bed.
The first baby cried around two am, "i'll get this one" Patrick said, "are you sure?" I said, I was already half way up. "Yea, I got it" he said kissing me on the cheek.

Patrick's POV:

I was exhausted, but I had barely slept all night. I couldn't get my mom out of my head, she wanted to help, and I could understand that,but why did she have to be so controlling?

I looked over at Kylie, she still looked perfect. What woman can push two humans out of her body, and still have the perfect body a week later? I heard a cry from the other room, and sprung up, she birthed them, the least I could do is give up some sleep.

I walked into the nursery to see my mom up rocking Shayne in her arms. "You have to attend to a crying baby Patrick," she said looking up at me.

"Why do you think i'm in here?" I snarled picking up Cody as he began to cry, at the movement in his room.

"Don't you give me your attitude, young man" she said, "you two would be in deep trouble without my help."

I felt the anger boil up in my stomach, Cody stopped crying and I placed him back into his crib, I kept my mouth shut because I knew the things I wanted to say would only make the situation worse.

"God, Patrick" she said, "You really have no idea how to take care of a child." that was it, that was too much.

"I know how to take care of my kid!" I yelled, "And if I didn't, we wouldn't even know because you have taken over every single fucking day since we had them!"

She looked shocked, "And Kylie is an amazing mother, and you can't get mad at her for wanting to take care of her own kids without your help!"

My mom was horrified, she sat down in the chair by the window rocking Shayne, looking shocked. "Patrick, I, I'm sorry."

"Look mom," I said kneeling beside her looking down at my son, "You know we both love you, but you have to let us raise our kids the way we want to, you know how much Kylie gave up for me and you know she wouldn't be here if this wasn't what she wanted."

"Oh, Patrick" she said, "I know that, it's just, you're my baby, and it's just different for me to see you like this."

"I know mom, but you know you can come here anytime." I guess I hadn't really taken into consideration that I was her only son.

I loved my mom, but Kylie and I had to show her that we could do this without any help.

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