You didn’t expect Father’s Day to go the way it did. Sure, you were going to give him a good time after the girls fell asleep, a little reward, if you will. It wasn’t meant to be anything too rowdy, just some gentle loving that you rarely got anymore with either one of your girls, Aoife of Aisling coming into your bedroom at least three times a week wanting to be in your bedroom at after a nightmare or being convinced that there was a monster in their room.

You and Andrew hadn’t initially planned on having children, things just kind of fell into line. Both of you were into the idea, and you liked children, loved them, really. But you worried you only liked children in small doses, so being around them all the time might drive you insane. It did quite the opposite to you after having your firstborn, Aisling, who is now seven.

Then Aoife came along, a chunky little thing that had every bit of Andrew in her appearance. The wild auburn curls and hazel eyes, the long line of a nose and plump lips.

As time went on, you began to realize that fatherhood really did look good on Andrew. It gave hm this new… vibe, per se. you couldn’t help but be incredibly attracted to him when he was sleepily wandering around with Aoife in his arms when she was just a little baby. He still picked her up a lot, she was only five, but it was dozens of times cuter when she was a baby.

Back to the subject at hand, what you didn’t expect was to end up pregnant a week before Father’s Day… and.. that was his present. That’s how he was woken up by you that early morning, standing there with something behind your back before placing it in his hands, the flimsy plastic thing displaying two lines, he’d never woken up faster… except for when you went into labour in the middle of the night, with Aisling, of course.

You offered a weak smile and sat at the foot of the bed, shrugging, “Happy Father’s Day, now I’m not obligated to get you a gift.” You say, trying to lighten the mood before he grins from ear to ear, immediately leaning over and tugging you into his arms, crushing your spine in a tight hug,

“It’s the perfect gift for Father’s Day, love.” He says, burying your face in kisses, trying not to wake the girls up with his joyous laughter.