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Matt's POV

"How's Joella holding up?" My dad asked me as I was helping him out with some house repairs. "Two babies at once, wow."

"Yeah, you're telling me. When she first found out we were having two babies she was so scared about it because she was afraid we wouldn't be able to handle it. And She's miserable now honestly.  She barely wants to do anything. When we first found out, she was all for keep going for her morning walks to keep herself healthy but now? Ha." I shook my head, "I think the most she walks, is around the house and when she goes to her appointments."

"Well yeah son, she has two babies growing inside her. Pregnancies aren't all fun carrying one baby let alone two."

"Don't I know it." I scoffed lightly, "She reminds me every day about how many she's carrying. Every time I mention about getting out to do something she brings it up." I grumble, "I love the girl to death but fuck, I don't know how much more of this I can take from her moods."

"You got to cut her some slack Matthew, I'm sure she doesn't mean to be in a bad mood. I'm sure if you were carrying multiple babies you'd be just as miserable. Hell Your mom was miserable when she was pregnant with you and then also with your sister because of the extra weight."

"I am trying, trust me dad. And the other day, I was massaging her feet but I made the mistake of rubbing up her legs a little too far because all of a sudden she practically bit my head off thinking I'm trying to do something else that led to the pregnancy in the first place."

"Were you?" My dad smirked at me.

"What?" I looked at him and chuckled and shook my head, "Of course not. I mean if she wanted to I wouldn't deny it to her you know?" I grinned.

"Oh my gosh boy." My dad laughed as he shook his head, "Well I mean since she's only six months along it's still okay."

"Oh I know. She has one of those, what to expect when expecting books and I've sorta looked at a few things in it." I smirked.

I couldn't help it, I wanted to help Joella out as much as possible throughout this pregnancy and knew if I knew about what to deal with it could be easier on not just her, but for me too.

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with that I guess. I remember your mom wanted me to read those damn books. And once I actually did, I discovered that they've got some useful information in them."

"They actually do." I agreed.

After I was done helping my dad I decided to head home. Hoping Joella is in a better mood than she has been but I highly doubt it. I do love her, everything about her but her bad moods. I try to make her as comfortable as possible but sometimes it's hard to when I'm getting my head bit of for no reason. 

I walked into the kitchen to find her at the table, looking like she just got done eating and was leaning up some rubbing her lower back. 

"How's all three of my babies doing? Everything okay?" I asked as I walked over.

"Hey, well seems these two doing just fine. I swear they're not even out of the womb yet and already fighting. And I swear one of them just kicked the shit out of my back." 

"Here, turn around in the chair, let me massage your back. Please?"

She just nods slowly and straddles the the chair backwards so I grabbed another chair to sit in and started massaging her back as she laid her arm on the back of the chair and laid her forehead down on her arm.

"Mm that feels good." She hums out.

"Good." I smile as I rub my palms in a circular motion on her, starting at the bottom and slowly working my way up.

I'm just thankful she's letting me give her a massage without thinking I'm trying for something more. Despite her belly being bigger, she's still sexy as hell. I mean I'd love to try, but I don't want to do anything she's not comfortable with and I want to do everything I can to pamper her like she deserves to be.

"Matt?" She asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry." 

"For what babe?" I asked I massage my thumbs down each side of her spine.

"For the way I've been acting. I know I've been bitchier than normal and I don't mean to be."

"It's okay." I told her as I began working on her shoulders. I don't want her to feel worse than she probably already does.

"It's just, I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Nothing is wrong with you. You're pregnant, you're carrying two babies who are apparently trying to play kick ball in your stomach." I snicker.

"You're telling me, or fighting each other for more room." She giggled, damn, that's the first small laugh she has done in a few weeks. She then stands up and straddles me so I put my hands on her sides. "But I know, most of the time, you're just trying to make me feel better and you don't deserve to be treated like shit for it." 

"I'll deal." I smile at her with a small shrug. It's not like this is all forever, it's only for a few more months and I hope to God her moods will be back to normal.

"But that's the thing, you shouldn't have to deal." 

"But I am, because looking into those beautiful eyes, seeing your gorgeous, sexy, beautiful body, knowing you're carrying our babies, is worth it. I swear, I actually think you're more sexy now than ever." I wink at her, making her giggle and blush at the same time. 

"Oh stop lying." 

"No, I'm being serious Ells." I rub my hands up her back, "You've already got that hot mom bod going on." I rub my hands down her back, "And I bet after these two are born." I moved my hand to rest on her belly." "It's only going to get better. Why do you think I'm constantly trying to find any excuse to massage you? Not just because I can't keep my hands off of your sexy body, but because you deserve to be pampered." I then smirked, "Despite you constantly wanting to bite my head off. I know you're miserable from the weight of carrying two babies. That's why I'm constantly trying to massage your back, your feet and even your legs babe. I know you may think it's cause I'm trying to get some every time I do that but it's not. I promise you it's not."

She sighs as she cups her hands on the crook of my neck, "I know you're not and I'm sorry."

"It's okay and hell if I'm truly desperate I always have Rosey Palm and her five sisters." I wink with a chuckle as I shake my hand in the air a little.

"Oh my God Matthew!" She laughs throwing her head back and smacks my chest lightly.

"So this weekend, us guys want to get together and go have a few drinks. Are you okay with that?"

She quickly looked at me, "Seriously?"

Uh oh, I know that look, here goes getting chewed out. I went to open my mouth to say something but she continued before I could.

"Of course I'm okay with that. You don't have to ask for permission. I'm not your damn mother Matt. You're more than welcome to. Here lately you meet the guys at the studio and then you come home to be here. So if you want to go then go. And before you say anything, yes I'm sure."

"Okay. I just didn't know if you had other plans or anything."

"It's fine, I promise."

I smiled at her as we started kissing.