No One Does It Better

A knock on the front door woke me up, and the doorbell woke Ashley up. I got out of bed, walking towards the door as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. It was a miracle I'd even gotten any.

I pulled the door open, blinking quite rapidly at the sudden light.

"Hunter? What are you doing here?" I asked, stepping aside to let him in. He stepped over the threshold, and I closed the door behind him.

"Jeez, Audrey. You look like shit," my brother said. I glared at him, because I knew that.

"Yeah. I know. What do you want?" I asked, following him into the living room just as Ashley stepped out of our room. He followed as well, and I sat down on the couch, supporting my head with my hand.

"I just wanted to come up here and see how you guys were doing. Because it's been a while," he said. I didn't get the chance to say anything, because a loud cry ripped through the air, and Ashley and I groaned. I stood up, walking back to the nursery and picking up Matthew. I walked over to Noah's crib, picking him up as well since Matthew had woken up his brother and sister. Ashley came into tbd room, picking up Anne Marie, and I rocked both boys while walking back out to the living room.

"What the Hell!?" Hunter asked. I shushed him tiredly as Ashley took the spot next to me.

"Care to explain why you've got three babies!?" Hunter asked, outraged.

"Hey! I'm here!" I heard Andy announce. I looked up at him, and he walked over to me with a smile, taking Noah from me. I stood up, and I rubbed my face and eyes before looking at my brother.

"I've got three babies, Hunter, because I gave birth to them a week ago. All three of them. Can you believe it!? They're the best things that have happened to us. Don't shit on a happy thing. You tend to do that," I said, pressing a kiss against Matthew's forehead. He wrapped a hand around my finger, and I smiled. I knew Hunter was mad, but he didn't really have to make it obvious.

"Audrey, you're nineteen, you're engaged, and you have triplets. Let it sink in," Hunter said. I bit my lip.

"I have. And it's not something I regret. I am so in love with Ashley, it's not even funny, okay? And my children... gosh my children, are the cutest little things I've ever had the pleasure of raising. I might be out of it right now, but I'm telling the truth. Dad would have been proud of me," I said. Hunter shook his head.

"No. Do you realize that he'd actually be really disappointed in you? He'd want you to get married at twenty-five and then have children maybe at about thirty. Not nineteen. You've got this imaginary world where you think everything you do would have made dad proud. But there's a point when you have to stop. You're nineteen, Audrey! You're not old enough for kids, and you're definitely too old to believe dad would be proud of this. He's been dead for what? Eight years? It's time to move on," Hunter said.

"But look at you," I shot back," twenty-six, unmarried... fuck, you don't even have a girlfriend. Who are you to tell me what dad would have wanted if you haven't accomplished any of it?"

"At least I went to college," Hunter said.

"But does college automatically make you married? No. Does it give you kids at thirty? No. College has no business in this conversation," I said.

"At least mom would have agreed with me," Hunter said. I scoffed.
"Get out! Get the fuck out of this house!" I demanded. Hunter left, and I placed myself back on the couch next to Ashley.

Who the Hell did he think he was?

Notes

Just a short one. I'm tired.

Enjoy! :)