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The preacher grinned and resumed the ceremony, and soon I forgot all about anything but Drew.

That was until Attie’s water broke thirty minutes into our reception.

An hour later, we were holding Attie’s daughter, Sienna Drew, in our arms.

“Dad!” Attie said loudly. “Give her back.”

Drew looked at his daughter, and then back down to his granddaughter.

“Why?” He asked. “You got to have her for nine months. It’s my turn!”

I snorted and took a seat, my wedding dress poofing up at the sides.

The door to the room burst open and Mace, in full army fatigues, burst through the room.

“I didn’t make it!” He fake wailed.

I rolled my eyes as Mace walked up to Drew and fell in love with the little girl at first sight.

“Oh, boy,” I said to Attie.

Attie smiled at me, and I smiled back at the love I could see shining in her eyes.

“You did good, baby girl,” I told her softly.

“With the man or the baby?” She whispered back.

I looked back at the three of them, then back at her.

“Both. You did good with both.”

Attie smiled and then bellowed.

“Can I have my baby now?”

Drew glowered at her.

“I already said no!”

I chose to laugh instead of strangle him.

I had priorities, after all.

My main one being I wanted to use the man on my wedding night, not bury him.

***

Downy

3 months later

“Downy.” My wife said through clenched teeth. “It’s time to grow a pair.”

My eyes narrowed. “Memphis, I do have a pair. How do you think you got two kids out of me, and another one on the way?”

Memphis grinned.

“Just do it.” She ordered yet again.