“Daddy!” Alaska whines.
“What’s up, doll?” I say, scooping up my youngest from the middle of the floor on the way to Y/N and I’s bedroom.
She babbles about some princess thing as I nod my head, pretending to be interested as I walk into the room.
Y/N looks up from her book resting on her swollen, pregnant belly as I set down Alaska on the bed.
I never thought I’d say it, but baby number six was on the way. I mean, my teenage son wasn’t that thrilled, but we had him at 17. Y/N and I were only 32, so it wasn’t like weird oder anything.
“How ya doin, mommy?” I lean over, giving...
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