Page 369 of The Sainthood
I smirk, slanting a smug look in Galen, Caz, and Theo’s direction. “Admit it, motherfuckers,” I add, uncaring about cussing. There is no way to protect our kids from cussing in our household. “I’m the fucking bomb.” I puff out my chest, my heart swelling with joy.
“We’re never going to hear the end of this,” Galen mutters, but he’s grinning. He slaps me on the shoulder. “I’m happy for you, man.”
“He looks just like Lo,” Caz says, leaning in to coo at our new son. “Thank fuck.”
“Our new daughter is the spitting image of her daddy,” Lo adds, gazing adoringly at the tiny little princess in her arms. “So, suck it up, Caz,” she teases.
“Yeah, Poppa Bear,” Rora says, jutting out her lower lip. “Suck it up!”
Laughter surrounds us, and as I cast my gaze over my family, I offer up thanks to whoever graced us with these two new miracles, promising I will never let them or any of our kids down.
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