Whisper

Ten years later

It’s been ten years since I married my hero. This Christmas is going to extra special since now I am carrying our eighth and ninth children. After this one, I am done and I’m making my dear husband get snipped. We have had a total of three sets of twins. Three. Sets. Of. Twins. And now I’m pregnant with yet another set. I’m twenty-eight with seven soon to be nine children.

I finally gave up on managing the restaurant. As much as I loved it, our life has become a three-ring circus, and my poor husband needed help. Lilly and I are still close and meet up for lunch every chance we get, along with Delilah and the other wives of our Christmas Ball. We have all developed lifelong friendships, and I am more than blessed.

“Luke Ryan Davis, you are in so much trouble,” I yell through the house.

My house is a pigsty, and there are six people to blame, but only one adult.

“Coming my beautiful wife,” he yells as he comes running towards me.

He stops and takes in the mess they have created. “Uh, it’s their fault,” he stammers.

“Luke! You are forty-three years old, you are the adult. Don’t blame this on the kids. I swear you’re as much of a child as they are, and now with two more coming, I’m not sure what to do with you sometimes,” I say and then cover my mouth.

“Wait, you’re pregnant again,” he asks. “And it’s two more,” he stares at me.

“Yes, you idiot. And this time, I’m making sure you go get snipped because I can’t keep doing this. I love our crazy life and our kids, but I can’t possibly take this anymore,” I scold.

He just nods his head in shock. “Anything you want, baby. I promise I’ll actually get it done this time,” he says as he kisses me.

“Ewww, daddy’s kissing mommy,” I hear four voices yell.

“Yeah, that’s how we got here and we don’t need any more babies around here,” my oldest, Zane yells.

“Zane Ryan Davis, where did you get such a crazy idea,” I yell at him.

He shrugs and points at his father. I glare over at my husband who merely shrugs his shoulders.

“What else should I have said? He’s only ten,” he questions.

I shake my head while pinching the bridge of my nose. “Please, ya’ll, just clean up your mess. I’m going to go lay down for a bit,” I say while walking towards the stairs.

I hear laughter and look back only to see my husband on the ground, wrestling all the kids. He catches my gaze and winks. Who knew that Mr. Police Officer would be such a big kid himself.

Fifty years later

Whisper

We are celebrating our fifty year wedding anniversary and we are surrounded by our kids, grandkids, and a few great grandkids. Our life has been so magical that I can’t even believe it’s been mine.

Looking at my husband, I still see the handsome young man he was all those years ago when I first fell in love with him. We’ve shared a lot of ups and downs, but with nine children eighteen grandchildren, and four great grandkids, how could life get any better?