I am back! Hello. Thank you to every single one who reviewed and voted. I really appreciate it when you guys tell me what you think, it inspires me and keeps me going.

So the votes are in, next chapter will be about the grandparents visiting (most likely Joshaya, but might have some Rucas in it, let's see how it goes).I promise that the one after that is a Rucas chapter. But for now I hope you enjoy this one! However, I apologize in advance if there are a lot of grammatical errors. I am posting this right after I finished writing it in one go.

Also, what do you guys think about me writing a chaptered high school GMW fic (obviously it's going to be Joshaya and Rucas)?

Disclaimer: I do not own GMW or any of its characters.

How To Parent

Who's The Boss

He's doing the dishes while she wipes them—it's how they shares the chores at home—and she'll never tell him but she loves this part of the night, when Liam is already put to bed, and Joey (that's her nickname) is sound asleep, and they can do their work around the house in peace. It's the only time they can because after dinner is when Liam wants to squeeze in some play time with his dad while Maya holds their eight-month old in her lap as they watch the boys, and this is their way of tiring them up for bedtime.

The brunette finished first, and there's still a couple more she needed to dry up when he removed his gloves and his 'husband-material' apron, and snaked his arms around her small waist (he almost can't believe there used to be a small human being inside her stomach just barely a year ago), and nuzzled his face onto the crook of her neck.

He took in her scent—lavender, just like her favorite body wash—and gave her small featherlike kisses along her neck telling her what he needed without the use of words. Josh can feel how his actions made the hair on her neck stand, and it made him smile against her skin.

A chuckle fell from her lips. "I'm not done," she chided. It only makes him pull her tighter against him.

"Just leave it out to dry," he whispered.

"Josh," she hissed, pretending she's annoyed.

But he knows her well, and even if he can't see her, he knows she's grinning right now.

"It's been four days," he argued.

To tease her some more, he slipped one hand under her favorite grey NYU shirt—it was technically his—and let his fingers explore her bare stomach, as they have done many times before. He can feel her breath hitch at his touch, and he kissed her under her ear (her weak spot), finally making her turn to face him with narrowed eyes and a furrowed pair of brows.

"I'm not going to finish my chores if you keep doing that, honey."

Pressing against her, making her lean against the counter, he held her waist, one hand still under her shirt gently rubbing her skin with his thumb. "It's not like you'll get grounded for it," he said, pressing his lips against hers.

She grinned against his lips, "And I thought you grew up in the more functional household."

But she wasn't actually resisting, proven by the fact that she kisses him back, and she's the one that deepens it. He helped get into a more comfortable position when he lifted her so she's able to sit by the edge of the counter. Her hands moved to wrap themselves around his neck, letting her fingers dig into his hair. Their gentle and rhythmic kissing soon moves into a eager pace, until they had to pull apart for breath. But his lips don't leave her skin for long when he started kissing her neck.

Suddenly her breathing is rushed, and she stifled a moan that wants to escape from her lips when he nipping at her collar bone at the same time his fingers teasing the waistband of her leggings. She feels a little flushed because of his movements, and she knows they have to take this to their room now but then—

"Ew," muttered their toddler. "That's gross."

Josh and Maya immediately part their lips from each other, finding their son peeking from the end of the counter that's still half his size taller dressed in his dinosaur printed pajamas and carrying his favorite T-rex stuff toy like the security blanket it was.

"Liam, I thought we said bedtime a while ago," reminded Josh, still trying to even out his breathing and still quite distracted by the blonde in front of him.

But Maya—still a little flushed—chose to entertain her son. "What's gross?"

"You and daddy kissing," he answered truthfully, taking a step away from the counter so that now he's in full view of his parents.

Maya ignored how Josh buried his face on her shoulder, groaning at the interruption. "Why is daddy and mommy kissing gross?"

"Because Bobby says so," Liam said. "He saw his mommy and daddy kissing too. He said it was gross to kiss girls."

"Who's Bobby?" questioned an annoyed Josh.

"My friend at school."

Maya slightly pushed Josh forward, twisting her body a little so that she's facing her son while still between her husband's arms.

"Well, you can tell Bobby that it's not supposed to be gross because mommy loves daddy," Maya reasoned, giving the tiny brunette a warm smile.

Liam frowned, rocking back on his heels. "More than me?"

Maya tried to keep herself from chuckling, and she heard Josh sigh, one hand brushing through his brown locks.

"Never more than you, baby."

She can see his face light up at her declaration. "Promise?"

"I promise," she assured the little boy. "Now, go back to your room and mommy will come tuck you in again."

"Just so you know, your mommy tells that to me to!" And immediately he flinched from a slap he received from his wife. "Ow."

"Are you seriously competing with a toddler over affection?" hissed Maya, out of the corner of her eye she watched as her son kept walking toward his room. "What are you? Five?"

When he's gone, Josh finally said, "So now I'm like what? Your fourth favorite Matthews?"

She glared at him, "Somewhere along that rank."

"Your son should know that he'll probably always stay second to Riley," he said as she got down from the counter. "And you should know that he also asks me if I love him more than you."

She raised a perfectly shaped brow. "And what do you tell him?"

"What do you think?"

Maya grinned. "You shouldn't lie to kids."

"What do you mean?" he feigned innocence.

"You love me most," she declared confidently.

He rolled his eyes, closing the distance between them as he whispered, "And it's been four days, Maya. Can we please go to our room?"

She slapped him playfully on the chest. "I have to tuck Liam in."

He groaned in frustration, pulling away from her. "You do know you're raising a dictator, right? We're letting a four-year old dictate our lives. Do you know that one in four households are dictated by a toddler, and that is one of the biggest causes of a broken marriage?"

Now she rolled her eyes. "Okay, first, you're making that up. There is no such statistic. And second, Liam's not the boss. He only thinks he's the boss. The real boss is me."

"Did Topanga teach you that?"

"Riley and I learned from the best."

He sighed. "You're really making this difficult for me."

She started walking toward the living room on her way to their children's bedroom when she's reminded of the other chores she needed to finish. "Oh, and can you finish up on the dishes. And don't forget to make sure the door is locked and there's water on the fridge."

"You're not the boss of me," he declared.

"I am if you want to get some tonight, Matthews," and she doesn't stick around to see his reaction, following her son to the room.

When she reached the room he shared with his little sister, who was sound asleep in her crib, she caught him peeking through his blue space-themed comforter, eagerly waiting for her to come. The room is decorated with little glow-in-the dark stars on the ceiling, and her hand-painted walls, half of which were drawings of her son's favorite things—dinosaurs and spaceships—and the other half with sunflowers and stars.

"You should be sleeping, Liam," said Maya as she sat on the space beside her on the child-size bed.

"Can we have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow?" he asked yawning, in a tone that told her that's probably why he went to the kitchen earlier.

She nodded at him, smiling. "Of course, baby. I will tell your daddy to make pancakes tomorrow."

"Can he shape it like a dinosaur?"

She laughed. "Yes, he definitely can. Now, please sleep, Liam."

Obeying, he closed his eyes, snuggling into the comfort of his blanket and pillow. She leaves him a peck on his cheek and he made a scrunched face that looks too much like his father—genes cannot lie, she told herself.

"I love you," she whispered.

"To the moon and back?" he softly asked, eyes shut closed.

"And a million times over."

Liam smiled and lets himself drift into slumber. Before she left their room she looks over her daughter's crib, and her calm breathing makes all of her exhaustion from that day go away. She reached out to rub her puffy cheek gently with her index finger, smiling when the baby makes a little wiggle.

Johanna Hart Matthews.

That was the name they gave her, for she is the grace that was given to them,

When she made sure they're okay, she shuts the door, leaving only a small opening, and finally made her way to the master bedroom where her husband was checking something on his phone, shirtless. When she closed their door, locking it, he looked up to her and there was a grin on his face.

"What took you so long?"

She rolled her eyes, taking her shirt off and discarding it on the floor as she walked toward her husband. He gave her a curious look, and she answers by taking off her leggings before straddling him.

"You said it's been four days," she answered, her voice low and silky.

He doesn't need anymore prodding because, as they both are aware, it's been four days. She started kissing him while his hands run through her bare skin, unhooking the back of her bra when his fingers touches the fabric. The same is easily discarded to the floor when he turned her towards the bed, making her lie down on her back while he's towering over her small frame.

Her legs wrap around his waist and their bodies move in synchronicity, eager and passionate for each other. He lets his weight put pressure upon her, and his mouth moves from her lips to her jaw and down to her neck, trailing down south. Her moans excite him and he's ready to remove his remaining pieces of clothing when—

A loud cry can be heard from the baby monitor.

They both stop what they're doing, hands frozen in place on bare skin, lips cutting its trail short. Josh closed his eyes, letting his head fall upon her stomach. "Four days," he groaned. "Four days."

Maya was still struggling to catch her breath. "This is so not healthy for our sex life."

He gives a light peck to her tummy. "You're wrong, you know."

"About what?"

Josh lifted his head ever so slight to meet his wife's blue gaze. "She's the boss, apparently."

She let out a breathless laugh, putting her head back onto the pillow. "It's your turn."

"I don't think our children wants their daddy to get some. Joey is turning out to be a dictator, isn't she? I think they get it from your side of the family."

"Oh stop being overdramatic and get up."

He rolled over to her side, sighing. "I'd really appreciate it if you take this one."

Using her elbows, she pulled herself up to see his face, giving him a questioning look.

"I'm not exactly in a condition to go to our children's room."

She narrowed her eyes questioningly until she saw what he meant.

"Fine," she huffed. Standing up and walking toward her earlier discarded shirt. "But when I put her down to sleep, I expect you to be awake. It's been four days after all."