Levi’s gaze turns to me, a furrow between his brows. “Why? Both of their car seats fit fine in our current car.”
I grin so widely that my cheeks hurt, unable to contain my sheer excitement. “Yeah, but the third won’t.”
Shock slackens his face, and seconds later, his eyes light up with happiness. “The third?” he repeats, that happiness seeping into the words.
I nod, eyes shining with tears, and he grabs me, pulling me close and holding me tight. His hand goes to my stomach, palm flattening there protectively.
“I’m so fucking excited, baby,” he says softly, still holding me tight.
“Me too,” I agree, turning my face to kiss his cheek. “You ready for even more chaos? We’re gonna be outnumbered in nine months.”
We pull away from the hug as Theo shouts out, “Mommy! Daddy!” He and his brother run back over to us, throwing themselves into our arms.
Theo climbs into my lap, and Levi grabs Evan, pulling him into his.
My husband grins at me over the top of our sons’ heads.
“More than ready, baby.”
Every time I think I can’t possibly be happier than I already am, I get proven wrong. Even covered in sand thanks to our sons, and the pain in my feet from chasing them around all day, I’ve never been more full of love and utter contentment than I am right now.
No matter how rough the road was to get to Levi, it was so worth it. It brought me to my love and to our children. It brought me to a life so beautiful I could never have imagined it.
I can’t wait for our family, and our love, to grow even more.
The End.