Teen Pregnancy was not on Sam’s bucket list. He was supposed to be an adventurer. Finding lost cities with you and his little brother. Instead, he had his babies’ fingers in his nose every time he tried to feed them. And he wouldn’t change it for the world. He never had the best father figure, but he was going to make these kids great.

Sam preached that he would never have children. That they were the spawn of the devil and a waste of time and money.

If only he could take that back. He was happy. He had his own family with you and Nate, his 14 year old brother. But there was an addition to that family. Your 4 year-old daughter, Samantha, and your 2 year-old son, Travis.

He was happy with where he was at. So what he couldn’t travel the world at the moment? He was a father. That was the greatest present ever.

The baby monitor on your side of the dresser sounds one of the babies crying, earning a groan from you.

“I got it.” he says groggily, getting out of the bed.