Since you want to be a struggling house husband so much: Would you like me to tell you to clean up the house before I get home whilst you're far along with quads?~
hey......woah now....you just can't come at me, flirting like this!!!!
you'll come in to see me on my hands and knees, scrubbing away at a stubborn spill on the floor thanks to my huge belly getting in the way. even now i have a hard time cleaning up—my stomach is pressed into the cold floor, covered in the sticky spill that i have been cleaning.
"sorry sweetie. the house should be cleaner than this, but i've been trying to clean up this mess for the last twenty minutes and...." i start, my voice quiet and embarrassed at my predicament. "i'm kinda stuck on the floor......"
your kids are quiet for now. the constant rocking and bouncing from cleaning has lulled them to a semi-sound sleep. there still is quick jolts from within from their sleepy movements or a rolling ripple from someone shifting in their sleep. though the second you start talking they'll go crazy—they love their daddy almost as much as they love me.
"if you help me up i can get back to it. and maybe you can help me with dinner? at least getting the ingredients and cookware ready for me so i can cook."