But ALAS! I have regained inspiration for this story and if anyone is still interested, I'll be updating more.

“Honey, it’ll be okay. We’ll put them in the right direction. You can’t change
what your kids decide to do, but we can sure help. Everything will be okay.” he said,
kissing my forehead.
“God. I hope so.” I put my hand over my eyes and sighed.
It was nearing noon when the babies were pleading to be fed again. Graham got
up and cradled Ashton while I fed Olivia and Ellie. I looked into their beautiful brown
eyes and prayed for the strength to show them a healthy lifestyle and have them not turn
out like me.
It was nearing 10:00 before we finally got all three children to sleep and in their
basinets in our room. I collapsed on the couch as Graham came into the room and
laughed.
“Tired much?” He asked. I stuck my tongue out at him and pulled the bottom of
his sweater so he fell onto the couch beside me.
“I love you. I’m really sorry,” I said, staring him directly in the eyes.
“For what? What do you have to be sorry for, baby?” he replied, suddenly getting
serious and putting his hand on my knee.
“I just... for the things I’ve done. I’m sorry for being such a burden. And the
whole thing with Emma the other day. She just looks like Jeremy and it killed me to see
her.”
“I understand, sweetie. I promise,” he said, but I knew he was upset.
I sighed. Smiling shyly, I grabbed the front of his sweater and pulled him close for
a kiss. His hand slowly moved from my leg to the back of my neck, where he placed it
there and kissed me back.
I pulled back and looked at him. His lips were still poised and in the kissing
position and he looked surprised that I had pulled away. I just laughed and pushed him
backwards so he was lying on the couch. Crawling clumsily over him, I perched myself
on his stomach and kissed him once more, even harder. His hands gravitated to my waist
where they stayed, and he started fumbling for my belt. I laughed and pulled back again.
“Graham... sweetheart, I love you but look where this got us last time,” I said,
laughing even harder. Graham tossed his arms back above his head as a gesture of giving
up.
“I can’t win, can I?” he asked, pretending to be hurt. “New rule, don’t get my
hopes up and then smash them like that, okay?” He pulled me forward again and gave me
a quick peck on the forehead.
I got up and took a few glasses into the kitchen that had been sitting on the coffee
table next to us. Once in the kitchen, I looked back at him. He was now sitting up on the
couch and was looking at me suspiciously. I grinned and he darted for me, full speed and
grabbed me. He simply hugged me and swung me around a few times, but as he put me
down, he looked into my eyes.
“I love you,” he said. He kissed the tip of my nose twice. “A lot.”