Mark River (Mr. Rivera) POV

four years earlier

I toss and turn in my comfy bed as I hear loud noises from downstairs. I decide to shut my ears with an extra pillow, turn around and hug my beautiful wife, who is sleeping next to me.

Wait a second.

If my wife is next to me and there is loud sound coming from downstairs then...

I remove the extra pillow on my ear, just in time to hear a loud bash.

Oh no...hope my house is still in one piece.

As my ears adjust to the surroundings, I hear someone squeaking in a loud, beatless manner

" Hakuna Matata...it means no worries for the rest of you dayzzzz!"

" Cmon, sing along kiddo," says a deeper voice

I groan loudly and just when I finish throwing on a shirt, I hear someone screaming"I like to moo it moo, moo it ... u like to moo it, moo it, " Says a voice which I clearly recognize as my three-year-old daughter.

As I go downstairs, I hear my thirteen-year-old son, Zachary, whining to my daughter Itzel

" Come on Izzy, first of all, it's move, not moo, and second of all sing the darn song that is playing, not another song from another movie."

To my relief, the living room wasn't as messy as I expected. The walls, thankfully, had no scribbling on them and the ceiling was still in its place. But the floor couldn't be seen at all as it was covered with toys used by all my five kids and in the middle of the living room, my one-year-old boy Jaxson camouflaged with the colorful toys.

"Zach, mind your language, please. No bad words in the house" I say with a voice of authority.

"That's right Zacky, no yucky words... go washy mouthy...haha" my younger girl giggles.

"Darn is not a bad word." Zach states

"Omigod daddie, he said the D-word again" Izzy squeaks while covering her ears and jumping into my arms.

I carry my little princess in my arms and stroke her brunette hair. "Let's have breakfast okay?" I say, gently placing her on the dining table chair and then asking all my little ones " what do you want for breakfast?"

"Fruit Loops"

"Pancakes"

"McDonald's"

"Salad"

The four of my kids reply at the same time, while my youngest one-year-old son threw his SpongeBob Squarepants action figure at me.

Ouch! "Well...we are not getting McDonald's at 7 in the morning that is for sure but I can prepare a mix of the other three if you want," I suggested.

This got the same reaction from all five of them "Eeeeww."

Well, I made them agree on something! Got to feel proud right?

My ten-year-old doll, Cordelia, comes up to me, her amber eyes showing innocence, and cutely says "Daddy, first of all, you can't cook so please don't give us food poisoning"

Before I can argue, I see my wife come down the stairs, and like every single day, I am blown away by her beauty. Even when she wakes up groggily with her hair tangled, I feel butterflies in my stomach just like the way I felt when I first saw her, just like how I felt when I asked her to be my girlfriend, and just like the day I felt when I asked her to be my wife.

Patricia (my wife) gets shocked when she looks at the state of the room and soon the shock turns to anger and she stares at our five kids and me, mentally demanding for an explanation as to why the living room looks like it has been hit by a tornado.

"I didn't do it, it was daddy!" my four children reply, quickly, while Jaxson points his finger in my direction.

How dare they betray me after me volunteering to cook for them.

"I don't play with SpongeBob or Dora or Pokemon" I defend myself but my wife replies "You should have stopped them from dirtying the house."

I just stare at my wife's adorable blue-green eyes. My wife is the most beautiful when she is angry. Her blonde hair is tied in a messy bun and, unlike most other people, she glows when she is angry or blushing.

Crap, I better start behaving in my nice husband mode today.

"I...uhhm...okay I will cook breakfast today" I state ignoring the fact that all my kids( including Jax), as well as my wife's jaw, dropped with shock.

"Okay, all my six sweethearts go back to your room, I want my cooking to be a surprise!" I say enthusiastically.

"Don't burn the kitchen." they all state simultaneously in a monotone.

Why are my children agreeing on so many things today? They mostly haven't agreed on anything for the past ten years.

Wait a second, what should I cook? Darn... I didn't think about this.

Since the goal is to make my wife happy, I decide to make pancake since it's Patricia's and Izz's favorite.

I crack a dozen eggs and after thirty minutes, all that comes out is half a dozen burnt pancakes. I burnt myself while flipping the pancakes and jumped around the kitchen caressing my finger.

My totally smartass dog, Milo, thought it would be a nice idea to copy me dancing and got burnt himself as well.

"Babe, are you done? It has been so long. The kids are starving" I hear my wife's melodious voice

Shit...Shit...Shit...sorry no bad words...poop...poop...poop

"Ten minutes," I tell my wife frantically

Okay, I have ten minutes to clean up the kitchen and prepare some food when I spent the last thirty minutes dirtying the kitchen and burning the food. Great.

After ten minutes, I call them all down for breakfast. Cordelia jumps with joy when she finds out what I cooked for her.

"You took forty-five minutes to put some fruit loops in milk?" my wife questions.

"This is not fair, how come Cory gets her choice of breakfast. Partiality is sickening" Zack complains"Your dad has a secret fetish for eating fruit loops." My wife comments making the other four laugh.

"I am not partial to anyone and besides, out of all of you guys, my favorite is my loving wife" I reply. This comment earns me a heart-warming, slow kiss from the love of my life which makes my insides churn with desire. When four of my kids make puking noises, we pull apart.

I lean in my sweet's ear and whisper so that only she can hear " Besides eating your lips is the only fetish I have"

We have a fun Sunday breakfast filled with love and laughter. I couldn't have wished for a better life. I have no regrets in life and, even though I never imagined having five kids, I can never imagine living without them.

My heart and soul is split into 6 parts and each one of them has my Horcrux, a part of me."Who wants to go to Disneyland today?" I ask and all five kids along with my wife cheer loudly. I laugh at their excitement and get ready.

But all good and happy things come to an end, and sometimes sooner than you expect it.

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 Mark River (Mr. Rivera) POV

four years earlier

I toss and turn in my comfy bed as I hear loud noises from downstairs. I decide to shut my ears with an extra pillow, turn around and hug my beautiful wife, who is sleeping next to me.

Wait a second.

If my wife is next to me and there is loud sound coming from downstairs then...

I remove the extra pillow on my ear, just in time to hear a loud bash.

Oh no...hope my house is still in one piece.

As my ears adjust to the surroundings, I hear someone squeaking in a loud, beatless manner

" Hakuna Matata...it means no worries for the rest of you dayzzzz!"

" Cmon, sing along kiddo," says a deeper voice

I groan loudly and just when I finish throwing on a shirt, I hear someone screaming"I like to moo it moo, moo it ... u like to moo it, moo it, " Says a voice which I clearly recognize as my three-year-old daughter.

As I go downstairs, I hear my thirteen-year-old son, Zachary, whining to my daughter Itzel

" Come on Izzy, first of all, it's move, not moo, and second of all sing the darn song that is playing, not another song from another movie."

To my relief, the living room wasn't as messy as I expected. The walls, thankfully, had no scribbling on them and the ceiling was still in its place. But the floor couldn't be seen at all as it was covered with toys used by all my five kids and in the middle of the living room, my one-year-old boy Jaxson camouflaged with the colorful toys.

"Zach, mind your language, please. No bad words in the house" I say with a voice of authority.

"That's right Zacky, no yucky words... go washy mouthy...haha" my younger girl giggles.

"Darn is not a bad word." Zach states

"Omigod daddie, he said the D-word again" Izzy squeaks while covering her ears and jumping into my arms.

I carry my little princess in my arms and stroke her brunette hair. "Let's have breakfast okay?" I say, gently placing her on the dining table chair and then asking all my little ones " what do you want for breakfast?"

"Fruit Loops"

"Pancakes"

"McDonald's"

"Salad"

The four of my kids reply at the same time, while my youngest one-year-old son threw his SpongeBob Squarepants action figure at me.

Ouch! "Well...we are not getting McDonald's at 7 in the morning that is for sure but I can prepare a mix of the other three if you want," I suggested.

This got the same reaction from all five of them "Eeeeww."

Well, I made them agree on something! Got to feel proud right?

My ten-year-old doll, Cordelia, comes up to me, her amber eyes showing innocence, and cutely says "Daddy, first of all, you can't cook so please don't give us food poisoning"

Before I can argue, I see my wife come down the stairs, and like every single day, I am blown away by her beauty. Even when she wakes up groggily with her hair tangled, I feel butterflies in my stomach just like the way I felt when I first saw her, just like how I felt when I asked her to be my girlfriend, and just like the day I felt when I asked her to be my wife.

Patricia (my wife) gets shocked when she looks at the state of the room and soon the shock turns to anger and she stares at our five kids and me, mentally demanding for an explanation as to why the living room looks like it has been hit by a tornado.

"I didn't do it, it was daddy!" my four children reply, quickly, while Jaxson points his finger in my direction.

How dare they betray me after me volunteering to cook for them.

"I don't play with SpongeBob or Dora or Pokemon" I defend myself but my wife replies "You should have stopped them from dirtying the house."

I just stare at my wife's adorable blue-green eyes. My wife is the most beautiful when she is angry. Her blonde hair is tied in a messy bun and, unlike most other people, she glows when she is angry or blushing.

Crap, I better start behaving in my nice husband mode today.

"I...uhhm...okay I will cook breakfast today" I state ignoring the fact that all my kids( including Jax), as well as my wife's jaw, dropped with shock.

"Okay, all my six sweethearts go back to your room, I want my cooking to be a surprise!" I say enthusiastically.

"Don't burn the kitchen." they all state simultaneously in a monotone.

Why are my children agreeing on so many things today? They mostly haven't agreed on anything for the past ten years.

Wait a second, what should I cook? Darn... I didn't think about this.

Since the goal is to make my wife happy, I decide to make pancake since it's Patricia's and Izz's favorite.

I crack a dozen eggs and after thirty minutes, all that comes out is half a dozen burnt pancakes. I burnt myself while flipping the pancakes and jumped around the kitchen caressing my finger.

My totally smartass dog, Milo, thought it would be a nice idea to copy me dancing and got burnt himself as well.

"Babe, are you done? It has been so long. The kids are starving" I hear my wife's melodious voice

Shit...Shit...Shit...sorry no bad words...poop...poop...poop

"Ten minutes," I tell my wife frantically

Okay, I have ten minutes to clean up the kitchen and prepare some food when I spent the last thirty minutes dirtying the kitchen and burning the food. Great.

After ten minutes, I call them all down for breakfast. Cordelia jumps with joy when she finds out what I cooked for her.

"You took forty-five minutes to put some fruit loops in milk?" my wife questions.

"This is not fair, how come Cory gets her choice of breakfast. Partiality is sickening" Zack complains"Your dad has a secret fetish for eating fruit loops." My wife comments making the other four laugh.

"I am not partial to anyone and besides, out of all of you guys, my favorite is my loving wife" I reply. This comment earns me a heart-warming, slow kiss from the love of my life which makes my insides churn with desire. When four of my kids make puking noises, we pull apart.

I lean in my sweet's ear and whisper so that only she can hear " Besides eating your lips is the only fetish I have"

We have a fun Sunday breakfast filled with love and laughter. I couldn't have wished for a better life. I have no regrets in life and, even though I never imagined having five kids, I can never imagine living without them.

My heart and soul is split into 6 parts and each one of them has my Horcrux, a part of me."Who wants to go to Disneyland today?" I ask and all five kids along with my wife cheer loudly. I laugh at their excitement and get ready.

But all good and happy things come to an end, and sometimes sooner than you expect it.

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Hope you liked my prologue. I am really excited about writing this book.

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