Violet
Three months later...
“Doom!”
“What?”
“Your son is naked!”
Silence.
Then—
“Which one?”
I stopped in the middle of our bedroom.
“Seriously?”
Heavy footsteps came up the stairs.
My husband appeared in the doorway.
With Zoey tucked against his chest and Faith resting against his other arm.
Both girls were getting bigger.
Both healthy.
Both completely capable of turning their father into a pile of mush.
Not that he'd admit it.
“Got two sons now, Woman. Gotta be specific.”
“The one capable of removing his own diaper and running away.”
A squeal came from the hallway.
Then the sound of little feet moving fast.
Doom closed his eyes.
“Hell Raiser.”
I laughed.
“Go get your son.”
“Our son.”
“He's yours when he's naked and running through the house.”
“That's some bull
