Page 170 of With A Little Luck
The feminine energy in our house is now tied with the masculine. While Quincy and Camdyn were outnumbered for a while, Lindee evened the playing field. Well, I suppose King tips the scale to our side, but that mutt is even lazier in his old age than he was a few years ago.
We’ve had exactly zero luck with having a boy. We’re three for three on little ladies or we will be once the new baby arrives.
Quincy is currently eight months pregnant with baby number three, which keeps to our standard of having a baby about every two years.
While Ridge and Hartley had no clear preference on knowing paternity for Lindee, I felt compelled to know.
We’ve always known Camdyn is biologically Ridge’s.
Hartley fathered Lindee.
And that meant I got my try for a boy this time.
It didn’t work out how I planned. But rather than push for a fourth child, I’ve opted to very quietly start training the girls.Having a boy who could look out for them would be nice, but I have no preference on gender when it truly comes down to it.
Women can be every bit as deadly as men.
Camdyn and Lindee are still a bit young for full training.
I’ll be sure they’re able to take down any boy who gives them trouble before they hit double digits, though.
Quincy’s head rolls around on the back of the couch, and she pats my hand on her stomach. “What craziness are you plotting now?”
The girls squeal as Ridge chases them around the living room on all fours. Hartley laughs, blocking the door so they can’t escape to run down the hallway.
“Me?” I chuckle. “Just thinking about how much louder life is going to be when we add a third to the mix.”
But truthfully?
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
