you sat on the couch, heavily pregnant, entertaining your 5 year old twins boys, sloane and sutton. they were asking questions left and right, as kids do.

“where do babies come from?”

“is it a boy or girl?”

“julie from school says that babies are gross. is that true?”

you didn’t mind them, needing some sort of distraction from your inevitable birth.

your husband, seth, walked through the door at that time, right around when sloane asked “how’d the baby get in your belly?”

“you see, mommy is like a farm, and daddy is like a farmer with a special plant with a special seed. daddy plants the seed in mommy, and then mommy gets all big and round ‘til the baby is done growing.”

he answered, the two boys running up to him excitedly. he hugged them, trudging over to where you sat when they wrapped themselves around his ankles.

“hey bun, how you feeling?”

he asked, planting a kiss on the top of your head.