“Dad, why does Yesus have a scary beard?” My eight tahun 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 tahun 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 oleh now.
(Y/N) was at home, on tempat tidur rest. Ella atau Robert could be born any hari now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. anda were lying on your stomach on puncak, atas of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” anda 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 atau something?” anda say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” anda laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.