“Yes, really.” He gives me a look that sets my whole body on fire and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I think about what he’s got in store for me tonight.

“Okay, daddy. I’m ready.”

Eleven Months Later

“And that little one is how I became your daddy.” I watch as my husband walks our little girl, Sophia, around the room, having given her a very detailed synopsis of mine and her father’s relationship.

“Now that you’ve thoroughly scarred our child for life, can I feed her now?” I’m rocking back and forth on a chair, my eyes struggling to stay open after JP kept me up half the night talking my ear off about the pros of having Irish twins. Meaning I’d be getting pregnant next month.

His eyes dart to mine. “Listen, I am just setting all the boundaries now because you know…” He sighs before dropping a gentle kiss on our daughter’s forehead before putting her in my arms. “I hate to say this, and if you tell your father, I’ll deny it, but I will murder any of my friends that even THINK about it.”

I shake my head at my husband hearing him reject the very thing that we begged my parents to accept. “Mmm mm mmm. Well that’s a shame.”

“I’m a hypocrite and I own it. I don’t care. No. No. Hell no.” He rubs a hand over his eyes. “How didn’t your dad kill me?” I roll my eyes as I begin to nurse her and he kneels next to me. “I love you.” He turns my head to kiss my lips gently. “I love our daughter and our life and… I’m really glad your dad didn’t kill me,” he jokes before he gets up. “I’ll be right back,” he tells me as he kisses my forehead.

“Sorry, sweetie.” I kiss her forehead as her sweet brown eyes that look exactly like mine flutter shut. “Unfortunately, I think Daddy is serious. But don’t worry, Grandma and Grandpa will probably take your side out of spite.”

The End

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The first time I saw him, it was love at first sight. At least my ten-year-old brain, that had watched too many romance movies with my incurable romantic mother wanted to believe. He was standing across the playground talking to the Social Studies teacher whose name I could never remember. He was new from just a few towns over, I later learned, after his wife died in a fatal car accident leaving him widowed and devastated.