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i sat on a lawn chair by the pool, a hand resting on my ever growing bump. petunia sat protectively by the foot of the chair, my dog helena sat with me, her brindle body tucked against my side, her head resting on my thigh. we watched on as ethan and isaac played on the sing set. the boys had been in and out of the pool all day, their dad watching over them from where he stood at the grill with ashton and calum. Kay and Crystal were gushing over a new baby in the crew. The twins were only about four years old but the thought of a new baby excited the entire gang, and to make it even more exciting, the newcomer was set to be a baby girl. “So have you and Lu thought of any names?” Kay asked as Michael came back out with drinks for the four of us. I shrugged, as I sat up carefully, my previous position becoming more and more uncomfortable. “We’ve decided on two and we think we’ll agree on one once we see her.” I smile, the dogs perking up as I re-situated. “Come here piggy!” Isaac shouted, trying to coax his large doggy sister over to him, a piece of a burger in his small hands. Isaac had been gifted luke’s beautiful golden curls and soft lips, Ethan however, the only way he was identifiable by who is father was by his bright ocean eyes. Everything else about Ethan screamed his mother.

Once the boys were satisfied Petunia was going to play with them, or at the very least sit closer to them as they played. “What are the options?” Crystal pressed on and I looked up as I heard Luke’s high pitched giggle, a beer in one hand, a spatula in the other. I smiled, both hands coming to rest on my swollen belly, “Mallory Louise or Violetta Blair.” I share, both the girls coo before they broke into a separate conversation about having their own babies, throwing names back and forth. I noticed Mikey’s adoring stare at Crystal as she talked about her babies.

I caught Luke’s eyes and he offered me a heart melting smile and I felt my cheeks flush, “Love you plum.” he mouthed, “Love you golden boy.” i mouthed back, my attention being drawn as a yell coming from the play house the boys had begun playing in, Petunia laying in front of it

making my way over, i saw the pair, fighting over who was gonna get to play with chalkboard this turn, “Ethan let your brother have the board.” I huffed, Isaac sat a red face forming as he teetered on the edge of a tantrum, his curls framing his face and his pout identical to the one Luke always gave me. “I got here first!” Ethan whined, his tiny grip tightening on the board, and I raised my eyebrow, “Why don’t you boys share, huh?” Their dad interjected, his arm coming to pull me into his side, by my hips and I smiled at the contact, “But daddy!” Ethan started only to be cut off by his brother letting out a scream, tears finally making their way down his hot cheeks before he started making grabby hands, Luke quickly scooped the wailing tot in his arms, the little one nuzzling into his neck as he relaxed into his dads comforting arms, Luke hushed him as he hummed a soft tune to him. I carefully bent down to Ethan’s eye level, motioning for Luke to take Isaac inside, “Baby why don’t you wanna share with Izzy? He’s your favorite to play with.” I asked, before he pouted chalkboard still in his clutch before he huffed, looking at me, his normally happy blue eyes looked like they were filed with worry. “Don’t wanna share with Izzy! Don’t wanna share my mommy!” He explained, as big tears welled and seeped out of his eyes, my heart shattering at the sight before scooping him up, careful of my bump.

Ethan settled his head against my chest, forehead against my neck, I rubbed soft circles on his back as I strolled around the yard. Ethan had always been attached and seemed to favor me over his dad. Even as infants and neither of us thought much of it since there were two babies who got the same amount of love and attention from both of us, we never addressed it. “Angel, I know the idea of a new sister is scary, but mommy and daddy loves you all equally.” I whispered to him, he let out a whine before I kissed his head, “Baby, I’ll still have all the time in the world for you.” I smiled, his head picking up, his bright blue eyes back to their hopeful hue. “We still play cars?” I giggled, nodding, “Of course baby. I’ll always play cars with you and take you on fun trips to Ikea without daddy.” I tell him, his pink lips curling into a big smile, “Love you mommy!” he screamed before giving me a big kiss before he slid down my side, and running inside to find his brother, board in hand

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