Two
Wyatt
“I’m doing it, aren’t I?” I ask, ignoring Brooklyn’s eyes on the back of my head, probably plotting my death.
I’ve read that sometimes a woman’s personality changes when she’s pregnant, and that’s definitely been the case in our home. My sweet bride has turned to that thing from the Alien movie. She critiques everything and went so far as to tell me I don’t love my child if I don’t paint his room myself.
At first I thought she was pissed off because we were having a boy. One look at Brooklyn and everyone knows she’s a girl mom. She’s meant to shower our child with pretty clothes and cute hairstyles, take her shopping for prom dresses and enjoy spa trips together.
She’s not the get-down-and-dirty type. What’s going to happen when our boy brings her his first worm or outside c
