A/n: Short and not proof read!
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Y/n's POV
"They don't look nothing like you," my dad laughed as we sat outside, the kids running around the huge space.
"Don't rub it in, old man," I replied.
"I'm just saying, I expected them to look like you 'cause I mean, you're basically my twin," Dad remarked.
"Your genes suck," I teased.
"Nah, my genes are strong. Yours suck," he countered.
"I get 'em from you," I pointed out.
He was about to respond but was interrupted by Aire crashing himself into his arms. Aire was already obsessed with his grandpa; Stormi loved him too, though she was still definitely a daddy's girl.
"Wow there, big man, tryna tackle me?" Dad joked, as Aire giggled and climbed onto his lap, sitting calmly in my dad's arms.
Aire wasn't the calmest kid, which is why Kylie and I were surprised at how calm he was around my dad.
"Looks like you got a favorite," I teased.
"I love both my grandkids equally, and I'll love the upcoming one just as much," Dad assured, ruffling Aire's hair.
"Can't believe you gonna have three kids. Seems like yesterday I was just runnin' after you tryna get you dressed," Dad reminisced.
"God, I hate that picture. You still got it?" I groaned at the thought of the embarrassing childhood photo.
"Of course, I do. And the one from your first day in kindergarten," Dad chuckled.
"You just love embarrassin' me, huh?" I joked.
"It's my job as a parent, ain't it?" Dad laughed. "Speaking of parents, when's the last time you spoke to her?"
"Mom?" I confirmed, and he nodded as I sighed. "She calls every other blue moon. Last I heard, she said she was getting 'help.'"
"Not surprised," Dad replied.
"Yeah, you?" I asked.
"Ever since that day I called after she left you at your aunt's place seventeen years ago," Dad revealed.
"Lucky you," I remarked.
He chuckled as we continued sitting there, enjoying the comfortable silence accompanied with the sound of my nieces and nephews playing, the silence was also sometimes disturbed by Aire's little rambles.
"Lunch is ready!" Kylie called out from the house.
The kids started running towards the house, Storm being the princess she is, demanded to be carried up the stairs. She hates stairs; that's something I've learned really fast.
"Do y'all know the gender?" Dad asked as we made our way up the stairs.
"No, we wanted it to be a surprise," I replied.
"I wanted you to be a girl, you know," Dad confessed.
"For real?" I chuckled.
"Yeah, I wanted to be a girl dad, but then you ruined it," he teased.
"How charming of you," I shook my head as I put Stormi down when we got inside the house. Dad and I washed our hands before going to dish up for ourselves.
But I was stopped by Kylie calling out to me from the table.
"Babe, your plate is here," Kylie called out.
"Thank you," I said, walking over towards her. I sat down next to her, and my dad took the seat to my left.
"And don't push off the kale," Kylie warned.
