As we walked into the store I was so excited to see all of the baby boy clothes, bibs, pacifiers, toys, everything! I completely forgot about the maternity clothes as I imagined my boys here in my arms, with the adorable deep blue footie pajamas on. “Babe look!” I shouted as I ran over pulling newborn size pajamas off the rack. “So small!”
He laughed as he pointed behind me. When I turned around, I froze in place. It was him, the man who had raised me all this time. My father, Rickard. “Daddy? What are you doing here?” I said tears streaming down my face. I ran to him, hugging him so tightly, I think I may have popped his bad.
“I came to see you, and my grandsons!” He said happily looking down at my swollen stomach. “I can’t believe you’re having sons, it’s just so incredible.” He cont
