“Whatever,” I mumble because I know he’s right.
“No need to pout. You can have as many babies as you want, little lamb.”
“Well, I’m definitely done,” MJ says, and Ty shakes his head behind her. I have to hide my giggle.
“I’ll never be done,” Trace’s wife, Addison, says, a giant smile on her face. I believe her. She barely makes it past the six-week all-clear mark from one baby and Trace has another one in her. I think all these men have pregnancy fetishes or something.
“I think I’m good for a little while,” Blake’s wife, Luciana says, holding a baby in her arms.
I smile, resting my head back and closing my eyes for a second. I sit contentedly, enjoying the sounds of our family talking and playing, and feel happiness encircling us.
I don’t think I could ask for anything more than this, and I know Brandon is right. This birthday party is perfect because it’s got everything anyone could ever need. Love.
THE END