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“But…”

“Sweetheart. It’s going to be great. Why are youworried?”

She gives me aduhlook. “I’m not young,Andy.”

“That doesn’t matter. I’m basically like a fifteen-year-old, so it youngs youdown.”

“That’s not even a word, and hey! Rude!” She backhands meplayfully.

I chuckle and pretend like she knocks me over. “We got this,yeah?”

She sniffs, and I wipe hertears.

“Yeah,” she agrees, nodding herhead.

“Want me to pee on one,too?”

She snorts and quickly covers her nose. “You would dothat?”

“To expel your bad batch theory?Yes.”

“Do you need somewater?”

“Nope. I’ve been watching you pee for over an hour now, I’ve actually had to go for a while,” I admit, causing her tolaugh.

We swap places, though I stand up, and she peeks around, watchingme.

“It’s so unfair that you can just stand and go anywhere youwant.”

“And we don’t get periods. Don’t forgetthat.”

“You’re supposed to say something to make me feel better! Like, “well at least you don’t grow hair on yourchest.””

“Why would I say that? It’s pretty awesome. And sexy. Especially when I trim it and keep that shit tamed. And don’t deny that you love it — you play with it allllll thetime.”

“Whatever” shegrumbles.

“Done.” I place the test on the counter and zip up my pants then wash my hands. Because I’m a grown ass man and don’t need reminded to do so, unlike myboys.

After three minutes, the timer goes off again and we both lookdown.

“Damn.”

“Yeah, baby!” I yell, spinning her around her small bathroom. I place her on her feet and take her face in my palms, kissing over every inch of herface.

“I love you so much,” I tell her before dropping to my knees and lifting up her shirt. I kiss her now-bare stomach, not yet rounded withmybaby. “And you, munchkin, trouble causer. I love you,too.”

When I get back to my feet, Christine has tears in her eyes and a waterysmile.

“Andy…”

“Hey. No tears. It’s going to be great. Ipromise.”

“But thekids…”

“Will love having a little brother or sister to help take care of. Just saying, the boys always wanted a little sister, so why don’t you work on that?” I teaseher.

She rolls her eyes and threads her fingers through my hair. “Ha ha ha. I’ll see what I can do. You know… since it hasn’talreadybeen decided oranything.”

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