Osborne… he’s your husband now, you have two kids- your in the bathroom, pregnancy test in your hand as you cover you mouth and pace… positive you are having a hard time figuring out how to tell him.

Your kids are now yelling out to you all over the house as you hide away in the bathroom, you had to leave the kiddos purposely to have a moment to do this. So you rub your face of the news you just found out, and go out of the bathroom. The test in your pocket.

It’s almost been three weeks now, Osborne has been working hard to keep this family where its at- and keep the little ones from being hungry. He’s doing a marvelous job, he can take a few days off.

You’re both there, on the cough. Both reading books, he understands that sometimes you just want to relax near him. The kiddos are playing at the park with grandmama.

“Ozzy…” He looks up, your book down- and your face far from joking.

“Yes, my queen?” He smiled, still so soft like a puppy to you so many years ago… 14 and 16 when you first started hanging out.