Page 32 of My Irish Roommate

“Not for me and I hope not for you either. I’ve been feeling more rundown than usual. I remember how I felt when the other kids were a year old, and I was never this tired. So, I took a test, and congratulations, Daddy. We’re having another baby,” she searches my eyes for any sign of how the news makes me feel.

“Are you sure? That’s amazing, baby girl!” I take her in my arms and hold her tightly.

“I’m so glad that you’re happy. I didn’t know how you’d feel about adding another member to this brood. Three kids are a lot to handle, but four?”

“We could have twelve, baby, as long as you’re happy and healthy. Our children are the greatest gift you could ever give me. We have plenty of space and no financial worries. Why shouldn’t we share our love with more children? You’ve made me the happiest man in the world” I tell her, peppering her face with kisses.

“I don’t think I can commit to twelve children, but I’m excited to have another. I think four is the perfect number,” she smiles.

I sit down and take her onto my lap. She rests her head on my shoulder, and I run my fingers through her hair. We watch as a shooting star glides across the night sky and listen to the sounds of the forest in the distance. Nothing could be more perfect than this.

The End