“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight mwaka old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve mwaka old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep kwa now.
(Y/N) was at home, on kitanda rest. Ella au Robert could be born any siku now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. wewe were lying on your stomach on juu of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” wewe say.
He strokes his hair. “You know, this could be us every night.”
“Yeah but we’d have kids, so it would be weird and awkward to do this every night. What if they had bad dreams au something?” wewe say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” wewe laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.