A few months later,
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Zayden Michael Murillo,
we love you so much sweet boy 🤍
André "how are you feeling about going home today and about the kids meeting Zay"?
Tori "I'm feeling really good, and I'm so excited for them to meet him and for my sister to meet him".
André "you did so good. I'm really proud of you".
Tori smiled up at him.
Tori "thank you".
André "are you ready to go"?
Tori "yeah".
André and Tori finally left the hospital and headed home.
André "are you ready to go inside"?
Tori "yeah".
Tori "you didn't tell Joanna that we're back, did you"?
André "no I didn't, you said that you wanted it to be a surprise".
Tori "yeah, that is correct".
André "alright let's get inside".
Tori "okay".
André got the car seat out of the back seat of the car, Tori got out of the car, the two of them headed inside their house.
Joanna was completely caught by surprise, Tori "don't cry".
Joanna "I'm so emotional right now", Tori "come here", Joanna hugged her little sister, Joanna "I'm so proud of you", Tori "thank you".
Joanna "what's his name"?
Tori "Zayden".
Joanna "oh he's perfect".
Tori "do you wanna hold him and meet him"?
Joanna "yes", she said shedding a tear.
Tori "by the way were our other babies"?
Joanna "they are still sleeping".
Tori "okay, babe bring the car seat over to the couch", André "okay".
Joanna and Tori sat down on the couch together.
Tori "so where's your girlfriend"?
Joanna "at work, she's back at moulin rouge as Satine".
Tori "oh I didn't know, did you miss her debut being back"?
Joanna "yes I did, but she said it was okay, she understood that I needed to be here with you".
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Don't You Worry Bout A Thing
FanfictionTori and Andre have been married for five years, kids was never really on their minds that is until Tori gets pregnant with their first child. Now they are living a happy life together. Here's some insight of their lovely lives.
