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It was almost a full house, but I was lucky because I had not one, but two husbands to help entertain everyone, especially the children. Ryan was basically running a daycare at that point.

Speaking of the car, I could hear Ben talking to Bill about it. He was most likely about to bring him out to the garage to show him Ryan’s unfinished masterpiece. He was so proud of Ryan. It was super adorable.

William was sitting comfortably on the rug next to Ryan’s feet, playing with some flashy, light-up toy, while Ryan entertained Ethan. It was too sweet to see him with both kids. It made me want to get pregnant again, like now.

We took or seats in first class–yes, my man even bought us first-class tickets home. Am I fucking spoiled or what? Ben let me sit by the window while he took care of the carry-on, then nestled up by my side, kissing my neck and being all sweet and sexy and perfect.

I needed to be home with her. I needed to be a part of her pregnancy. And I need to build some baby furniture, dammit!

“No… Auntie…” I giggled, shaking my head. “Ben’s not a woman. I mean… neither of us are.” I paused to laugh some more.

“Oh…” she sighed and shook her head. “Okay. So you’re gonna adopt then? Doesn’t that take a while?”

Ben was still chuckling to my left, and it was so cute it was making this horribly uncomfortable conversation much easier to bear.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but last I checked neither of you have the proper parts to do that,” she grunted, gaping at us like we were insane. “Unless… oh boy. I’m so sorry. Are you one of them transgenders?” She looked at Ben with apologetic regret all over her face. “If so, I have to say, you’ve done a hell of a job. You look all man to me.”

No, Ben has his company out there. Plus, Hailey. Oh my God, this sucks. We just got back together and already we have to break-up again!

The door opened, and I recognized the small, dark-haired girl standing on the other side as Ryan’s roommate’s girlfriend. What was her name again…? Kayla. That’s right. The one with the nice butt.

“Yea, well, I don’t like Tate messing with Ryan’s head,” Hailey went on. “He’s too sweet and kind for that nonsense. Tate is obviously just using him to entertain himself.”

Yea, see?! I’m not the only one who picked up on that!

I cringed inside at the fact that I was agreeing with my nineteen-year-old daughter about the guy that we both happened to know romantically. God help me…