Byron stared down at his son. He couldn’t believe that he’d
helped create this precious miracle of life. Today was his eighteenth birthday
and he’d never once imagined that he’d be a husband and a parent by this time.
Kory wrapped his arms around him. “Morning, birthday boy.
How does it feel to be an adult?”
“The s-same as b-being a t-teenager. I-I was thinking how
p-precious our s-son is.”
“I’m glad you think that. How would you feel about starting
another one?”
“S-so s-soon?”
“No time like the present. Get the childbearing out of the
way early and we’ll be able to spoil our grandchildren that much sooner.”
Byron laughed. “Our s-son is only a year old and already
you’re t-talking about g-grandchildren?”
“Sure. Why not?”
Byron kissed his husband. “All r-right. L-let’s have
another ch-child.”
Byron quickly conceived again and his second child was born
nine months to the day after his eighteenth birthday. He was falling more in
love with his husband every day which bothered him. There was nothing concrete
that he could put his finger on, but something about the whole situation felt
off.
Claiborne King
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