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as shrill as our daughter.
    “I forgot to use a condom.”
    Well, hell. “We should be, okay. Right? I mean, I haven’t had my period in like . . .” I mentally count the days. “Oh, fuck. I’m pretty sure I’m ovulating.”
    I look up at Ben to see him smirking at me. “I can’t say I’m sorry if you end up pregnant, you know I love kids and I love you pregnant.” He leans back down to place a gentle kiss against my lips. “God, I’m excited now. I wish we were able to know sooner.”
    “Yeah, that’s not how this works and you know it.” Do I want another baby? Yes, absolutely. Do I want one now? Well, I guess it’s a little too late for that.
    “I love you, Sunshine.” My husband smiles at me, and climbs off the bed. Leaving me to wonder if we’re really ready for another baby.

 
     
    Exactly nine months, four days later
     
     
     
    “I’M SORRY? WHAT DID you say?” I stare at the doctor in disbelief.
    “I need to break your water, which won’t hurt that bad. Just a little discomfort. Then I’m going to attach a head monitor to the baby. That . . . will hurt,” my doctor tells me.
    This is the second time Ben and I have been here. In this hospital. In this very room. And let me tell you . . . it’s no more pleasant this time around than it was last time. MaKayla came around two years ago. Almost nine months after we got married. Cue side-eyed Emoji here. We’re awaiting the arrival of Kody. The boy we prayed for so we could be officially done having kids.
    “You didn’t have to do this last time,” I grind out.
    “I know, Lyla. But times have changed. So you’re getting the head monitor.”
    I sigh. Fuck him. And fuck Ben for getting me here again. “Whatever.” I scoot down on the bed, widening my legs so the doctor can fit his huge hand up my vagina. Christ in a handbasket that hurts!
    “You guys need to find a better way of doing that. Jesus! Oh! Send the nurse back in here with the anesthesia form. I’m getting that shit this time. You guys aren’t talking me out of it either.” The doctor assures me he’ll send the nurse in.
    I hear Ben chuckling beside me. Asshole. “If I could force you to carry a baby for nine months and have you go through the labor, I totally would.”
    “I know, baby. Believe me, I know. I would absolutely trade places with you in a heartbeat. You know I don’t like it when you’re in pain.” Le sigh. This man. This breathtaking, caring, strong, lovable man is mine. And he’s fucking perfect.
     

     
    SOME HOURS LATER I’M holding my beautiful baby boy and we’re back in our normal room. Ben is trying to catch a little bit of sleep on the uncomfortable couch, that way he can stay up with Kody for a little bit tonight. And I can sleep.
    I refuse to put him down. And if I do, I place him between my legs on the bed. I freaking love newborns. Their smell, their little noises, just everything about them. I keep stroking a finger down the side of his cheek. Every once and a while his eyes will flutter open and they’ll lock on mine. Like he knows exactly who I am.
    “Babe, are you going to put him down at all?” A sleepy Ben asks from a few feet over.
    Without looking at him I reply, “Nope. I just want to snuggle him.”
    “Well, it’s time for you to get some rest. I want some snuggle time with my boy. I have to start instilling in him some very serious life lessons.” I snort and cast a look at him, and he has the biggest grin on his face. “C’mon, woman. Give me my baby!” He stands up from the couch and comes to stand next to the bed.
    Giving him a mock glare, I carefully transfer the sleepy baby into my husband’s arms. Once Kody is settled, he grabs the blanket from the bed and heads back to the couch. I’m basically pouting before he turns back around and comes back to give me a soft, lingering kiss.
    “He’s beautiful, babe. You did great. We made another amazing kid.” He smiles a heart stopping smile and goes back to his