She rested a hand over her abdomen, lightly shaking her head. “Your daddy is crazy. You’ll love him, though, just like I do.” My shoulders fell at her words. My chest squeezed with emotion. Me: She’s going to be just like her mother. My little angel. Or maybe there can only be one angel. You. She can be my little girl. How about that? Talking to the camera, she told me, “We’re only eight weeks. What if we’re having a boy? Me: Energy doesn’t lie ;) “You’re right about that. But the world could also use more men like you.” Me: I mean, I have no plans to stop at just one child. We can have a boy
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