“And if mine wasn’t pregnant with baby number three I’d spank her ass for telling anyone.”
“Hey, you might have another boy, or better yet twins of your own. That reminds me–let me know when you want to schedule the renovation on the kids’ rooms. You know how pregnant ladies get with construction going on, love or not its hell on wheels,” and didn’t I know it. I had spent all day yesterday snaking the toilet because Alaina decided her dolls needed a bath.
“Dude, I love my kids, but you better hope to God you’re the only one in this family that shoots doubles….” Hunter grabbed his middle bending over laughing and if the church organ hadn’t started playing our cue music of Pachelbel’s Canon I would have considered kicking his ass on holy ground in Highlander style after all.
“Gentlemen, are you ready?” Father Paul stuck his head inside the side room calling us out.
“Father, I was born ready.”
Everything After…