“Dad, why does যীশু have a scary beard?” My eight বছর old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve বছর old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep দ্বারা now.
(Y/N) was at home, on বিছানা rest. Ella অথবা Robert could be born any দিন now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. আপনি were lying on your stomach on শীর্ষ of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” আপনি say.
He strokes his hair. “You know, this could be us every night.”
“Yeah but we’d have kids, so it would be weird and awkward to do this every night. What if they had bad dreams অথবা something?” আপনি say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” আপনি laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.