A/N: So this is super short and tiny and crap because my muse has been with Ryan lately...I'm horrible. I'm sorry Adam. I'll make it up to you I swear.

Disclaimer: By now I'm sure you know I do not own Adam. Or Niki (Nik Nak17). Just Kylie and the Ross babies. Woop. Next chapter is gonna be juicy! I swear I got a crazy Idea.

Owen was 3 when he was diagnosed with his problems, and my son is 9. But he just got in trouble at school for making a pile of used eraser shit after he erases his work. Me and Donnie had to go to a fucking parent-teacher conference. She showed us a whole box of used eraser shavings. I don't even know how to explain it, other than it's fuckin' weird, and I don't want to be a bitch and say that my kid might have problems. I'm not like Kylie. I can't deal with that shit. If something's wrong with him I don't think I can deal with that. I don't know how Kylie juggles it, and takes care of 5 kids at the same time. I hate trying to keep track of just the two I've got.

Anthony's not the brightest kid around. We've known that ever since Donnie caught him stickin' a fork in an electrical socket when he was 4. He wants to see if the fork could fit in the holes, he explained. Good thing Donnie saw him before he manage to stick it in there or else the damn kid probably would have been dead. We didn't get him potty trained until he was well over 5, and he still has trouble reading. He'd be smart if he tried. He's just lazy, like me.

He was a good baby. Unlike Tyler, he never threw a fit when I put him down for naps. Every night around 7 he'd hurry to his crib to inform me that he was tired, and he'd sleep until 8 or 9 in the morning. He rarely fussed unless he was hungry, and he never went through his terrible twos. I guess this is my karma for have easy baby days with him.

Kylie, I can tell is sympathetic towards me, as I show her the box filled with erasers. "How did you know?" I ask her, leaning against the breakfast bar in her home, and chugging my beer. It's rare when the Ross home is quiet, and it's a miracle she managed to get all her kids in bed before 9:00.

"Adam knew," Kylie tells me, setting her hand over mine. "He just…knew. I have some books," she said, shaking her head. "They helped me a lot. Hang on," she whispered, heading out of the kitchen. I can't imagine what she's been through the past 9 years, but I do know that if it's anything like the pit in my stomach now, I admire her that much more for her strength. She's raised her family through her cancer and her children's problems, and she doesn't let you know that anything's wrong.

I can't do that. I'll break if my kid is like Owen. Uncontrollable, disrespectful. I'm not the mother she is.

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The feeling in my stomach isn't sympathy. It's…well I'm not quite sure what it is. Relief possibly. Relief that my kid isn't the only one in the family with problems. I feel like a horrible person for not feeling horrible for Niki and Donnie, but I'm happy.

Adam gives me a skeptical look as he watches me brush my teeth. I brush my hair back from my face, and turn the sink water on as I spit out the toothpaste in my mouth and rinse it off before setting it in the purple toothbrush holder.

"What?" I ask him, looking at the smug grin on his face as he waits for me to finish getting ready for bed.

"I haven't seen you smile in a while," he informs me. "What's up?"

I purposely let out a dramatic sigh. "I'm a horrible person, Adam."

"You are not, babe," he laughs. "What makes you think that?"

"Niki thinks something is wrong with Anthony. And I was happy," I admit, letting out a sigh.

"That's human," he promises me. "You're human."

"I feel like a cunt."

"Babe," he sighs, following me out of the bathroom, and into our bedroom.

"God, why do all of the dogs have to sleep with us," I sigh when I notice our three dogs are lying in our bed with no room for Adam or myself.

"I hate it too," Adam laughs. He hates it because I won't have sex with him when the dogs are in the room. I think it's weird to do it with them in here.

"Off," I growl at them, and try not to melt when they all give me the same sad look with their pity whines. Those dogs could never hate me. I guess that dogs need a female figure in their life, because they usually only listen to me. Adam can't even get them to sit for his life.

"Anyway," I mumbled, crawling under the covers. "I'm a bitch and Niki is having a tough time with Anthony and all I can think of is how great it'll be if he s sick."

"Kales," Adam started, lying beside me. "That doesn't make you a bad person. Did you help her?"

"I gave her my books," I nod my head, and lightly scratch under his chin where his beard is. "You should be glad that you're the dad."

"Why?"

"Teagan is gonna be 13 in about three months. I gotta give her the talk."

"Ehw!" Adam whined. "The hygiene talk! I hated that one with K and it's even worse with girls. Please don't tell me when she gets her period! Pleaseee." Adam pleaded.

"Deal," I giggle, happy to give him that promise. "What do I even say?"

"I don't know. What did your mom say?"

"Here's a pad. When you see blood use it," I shrug. "We've had this conversation before. My parents didn't prep me well with the whole safe sex thing. Why would they inform me of how babies are made?"

"Right. Already I'm grossed out," Adam shivers, shaking his head. "I don't wanna talk about my baby girls like that, alright?"

"Fine," I shrug; laughing at the fact he refuses to do laundry now that Teagan is wearing training bras. She's barely got any little boobies, but they're there, and she wants to feel like she's got them, so I humored her by buying three unpadded training bras.

"Hey, why don't we kick the dogs out tonight?" he asks me, pressing a kiss behind my ear, causing me to close my eyes. He did that on purpose. He knows I love the feel of his lips right behind my ear. It's something I can't resist. And three more kisses in that same spot, he knows he'll get his way.

"Sure," I shrug, letting out a yawn as he stands up. "Put Snowball in with the girls, Howie with K and Oscar with Aaron."

"Yes ma'am," Adam nods his head. "You know they should always have those sleeping arrangements. I think K's old enough to get that if the dogs aren't in here there's a very special reason."

I roll my eyes, though he's probably right. "Hurry up," I order him. "Before my mind changes." That got him to shut up, I laugh watching him call the dogs to follow him.

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