We're not easy men, Cub. But we're yours. And you’re ours. We are each other’s. All of us. And I can’t wait to watch this belly swell with my cubs. Even if they aren’t made by me, they’ll be mine just the same." There went my ovaries tossing eggs out like confetti. My entire body felt as though it had melted into a pile of loved-up gooey goop.
