You’re the first one among your circle of friends to have a baby, and now they’re all gathered in your hospital room, cooing and fussing over the newest addition to your little family.

“He definitely looks more like Mommy,” one friend gushes.

“No way, he’s Everett’s mini-me!” the other chimes in.

You and Everett share a laugh, listening to their playful bickering. His hand gently rests on your head, fingers brushing through your hair in soft strokes.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Then, with a teasing glint in his eyes, he adds, “But I think I have a way to settle the debate once and for all.”

“Oh yeah? How?” you ask, raising a curious brow.

He smirks. “Let’s make another one.”