You were in labor, pushing through the pain to bring your fourth child into the world. You already had three sons, but Damon, your husband, had always dreamed of a daughter, a little girl who would look just like you.

The baby's cry, a tiny, fragile sound, broke the tension in the room. The doctor, speaking with a kind smile, announced, "It's a boy!"

Damon's face fell. "What? It's a boy?" he said, his voice cracking. "Are you sure?"

You, still recovering from the exhaustion of labor, felt a surge of anger. "Damon!" you shouted, your voice hoarse. "I'm going to kill you. You better love him. You do, right?"

Damon, flustered and unsure, stammered. "Yeah, of course, baby, but like, are you sure there aren't any more in there?"

He peaked under the sheets looking for more

Your anger flared. "Damon!!!"