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Everybody started to cheer and clap. The back of the boys shirts said ‘Don’t mess with our baby sister!’

Striker turned and gathered me in his arms, kissing me over and over. “We’re due in January, babe. A little girl!”

Our little boys climbed onto our laps and hugged us, I smiled and whispered to Striker, “My beautiful family is growing and I couldn't be happier.”

Striker kissed me again as our boys ran around to everybody, wearing their brand new shirts. “Thank you, baby, for bringing me so much happiness. I cannot wait to meet our little girl.” He bent down and pressed his hand against my stomach. “Can’t wait to meet you, little one. You are so loved already.”

We laid back on the blanket, leaning on the pile of presents, watching our boys play with their friends and the club members.

Striker leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Why don’t you say we sneak inside for a few while the boys are occupied?” He winked and nibbled on my earlobe.

I playfully smacked his arm, “Oh give me a break, babe. You already knocked me up!” We both laughed as I laid my head on his chest.

“I just love you, Little Lark, and plan on putting about three more babies in you so get ready.” I looked down with a shocked look on my face.

“Three? Get out of here. Six babies is a lot of work.” Striker just laughed and stroked my hair.

“A lot of work that we certainly can handle. You just wait, Lilah Rose. Big plans for this family of ours. Big plans.”

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