Nine months after our honeymoon, Jo gave birth to a boy. We named him Regen. He was healthy, beautiful and perfect. At night when I woke up, I’d find her standing in his room, just looking at him and I couldn’t be happier.“I can’t believe we made him,” she whispered.“Yeah, I did all the hard work,” I replied and she hit me square in the chest.“I did all the heavy lifting!” She exclaimed.“What heavy lifting? You just carried him around everywhere you went. I’m the one that had to make you peanut butter and pickle sandwiches in the middle of the night,” I said, widening my eyes to add effect to my statement.“Yeah, I heard you complaining about the hormone overload and getting sex every night,” she said.“See? heavy lifting,” I said and she smacked me again.“You did not just say that!”“I just mean, I loved all of you,” I said and lifted my arms to protect my face as she smacked me again.“You said I looked beautiful!”“You looked like a beautiful little hippo,” I said and ran out
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