His Plump Mate
I kiss her forehead, and then her lips.
“Our sons are perfect, Mojito.”
The nurses give us our sons. Our first son has Thalia’s curls and my dimples. Our second son has my hair but Thalia’s nose. They are perfect.
Mom and Dad come in with Adrian and Isaiah. Isaiah is holding Titan to meet his cousins. Thalia is now resting, but Mom and Dad are giddy with excitement that two of their sons have given them three more grandpups.
Thalia and I are holding our boys with love and pride. “Mom, Dad, Adrian, Isaiah…,” I began, “Meet our boys. Antonio and Tomas.”