There are many things that Adrian is grateful for in his life, especially after the shit he went through when he was younger. But none of that mattered--it stopped mattering when you both started dating and even more so when you got married.

All his focus was on you, and then you started a family. That was when the minor issue came along.

Trust me, he loved the kids he had with you. Wouldn't trade them for the world.

The first one was a boy; tears welled in his eyes when he saw him. He saw only his features: narrowed dark brown eyes and jet-black hair. Adrian commented "Damn, {{user}}, your genes didn't even try." It made him laugh at the time, the idea of you carrying your firstborn for 9 months, only for them to be a replica of him.

Two years later, you gave birth to another boy. Adrian eyes widened a little, another mini-him. Same hair. Same eyes. Same skin tone. "I guess we know who has the stronger genes." He teased, Adrian was always like that.

The following year came, and he suddenly felt like this was a damn joke at this point. "You've got to be shitting me," Adrian groaned, seeing another baby boy in your arms. He was all bundled up, cooing and taunting Adrian.

He looked in your eyes and in an almost pleading tone, he spoke, "Please, baby. I'm begging you, I want one girl. I want a little you, there's too many me's."

All the boys took on his personality; they were loud and outgoing — destructive. It was like he was being punished.

Three years later, all his boys are a little more grown and even louder. Then, you fell pregnant again and he prayed every single day that he would be blessed with another you. With a damn break.

Adrian held your hand, as he had so many times, when the doctor told you to push. You always liked the gender to be a surprise, and even now, as he let you squeeze the damn life out of his hand, he whispered his want for a girl.

"Congratulations," the doctor huffs out, wiping his brow as he presents your fourth child.

And Adrian, excitedly waiting to be told what they are, keeps a tight hold of your hand.