I move away from my mother’s side and slide toward my wife. “Gives me so much more to love,” I whisper into her ear and touch her ass, which I’ve grown to love more than her flatter and less-full version. “We need to keep it.”
Chloe looks at me with a horrified expression. “It’s going. As soon as I can work out, it’ll be disappearing.”
“Shit never gets back to where it was,” Ma tells her, ruining all Chloe’s hopes and dreams of getting her pre-baby body back.
“Great,” Chloe groans. “I could do without the extra padding.”
I smile down at my girl. “It’s the best part.”
She slaps my chest with the back of her hand. “Shut up.”
“Your tits and ass are primo,” Gracie tells Chloe with a wink. “You get stares coming and going.”
Chloe’s shoulders slump forward. “It’s hard to miss me.”
I place my fingers under Chloe’s chin, raising her eyes to mine. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
She sighs. “Oh, okay.”
“Babe, you’re stunning.”
Chloe grumbles.
“You’re growing a life inside you. If we have a little girl, I want her to look like you and not me because let’s face it, I’d make one hell of an ugly woman.”
“Amen to that,” Gracie says with a hint of laughter. “I tried to doll you up when we were kids, but nope, still ugly as hell.”
Ma bursts into a fit of laughter. “Your brothers had patience then. They let you practice on them for hours.”
Chloe’s face brightens. “You put makeup on them all?” she asks Gracie.
“Yep. All of them.” Gracie beams with pride, but I feel nothing except annoyance.
I hated when my sister would do our hair, of which we had very little, and makeup. She was so slow, and the shit was hard as hell to get off too. But I did it to make her happy, even if it was only for a little while.
“I want that for our baby.”
“Then you better work on another as soon as you have this one,” Ma explains with the biggest smile. “You don’t want them too far apart in age.”
“You know, I did it most of the time just to annoy the shit out of you guys,” Gracie tells me.
“It worked,” I mumble.
“I’m going to need a little time in between,” Chloe says to my mother.
“Don’t wait too long. It’s better when they’re closer together in age.”
“More expensive, too,” I say.
“It’s not cheaper to have kids far apart. They’re expensive no matter what, kiddo,” Pops says. “I’d be rich if it weren’t for you four.”
“Rich in the bank, but poor in life and love,” Mom tells him.
“Yeah, that too,” he says, but I’m not convinced he thinks or feels the same.
“There’s no amount of money I’d take to replace my time with you kids,” Pops says. “You’ll see, son. You’ll give that child your last cent to see a smile on their face.”
“Speaking of their… Do we know if we’re having a boy or a girl?” Ma asks.
