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And if Xander ever had any doubts on how to be a good father, I knew that they were all gone.
Because he blew my own father out of the park.
***
I sat out on our back deck.
And had one thought, if I wasn’t already pregnant with his baby... I’d jump him.
He was mowing the lawn with his hat on backward.
Baby, come to mama.
At the sight of him, I whistled.
His head snapped up, and he smiled.
Niko was on the porch with me, playing with his army soldiers and tanks that Wolf had gotten him for his birthday.
He loves those things.
And he loved when his little brother or sister moved in my belly.
Which he or she was doing right then.
And before I could tell Niko this, he stood up, waddled over, and placed a hand carefully over the spot and smiled.
***
Mason Elijah Kope came into this world at seven pounds and nine ounces, twenty inches long.
And he was the perfect replica of my man and his older brother.
Ten months later, yes, you read that correctly, we welcomed our girl, Marianne Ali Kope into the world. She was six pounds and eight ounces and only nineteen inches long.
Seeing her, Xander said, “Put her back in there and replace her vagina with a dick.”
“Xander!” I snapped.
He looked at me with a horrified expression on his face, “Baby. There are two of you. My heart can’t take the perfect that is you on a good day when someone fucks with you. The fuck you expect me to do with a miniature version of you?”
At his words, I threw my head back and laughed.
Then I said, “Xander. Shut the fuck up.”
He growled, grumbled, then said, “Need more weapons and tools.”
And yes... I knew of the tools he was referring to.
About three months after we were married, he told me some of the things he’s done.
And for the reasons he did them.
I’ve never been prouder that I get to call this man mine.
And after I woke up, after taking a much-needed nap, it was to see Xander with Marianne against his naked chest, rocking her back and forth as he sang softly to her.
Worried about his heart not being able to take it, my ass.
