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Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday dear Luke,

Happy birthday to you!

The whole, packed room erupted into cheers as I placed the small chocolate cake down in front of him in his high chair. Two years old. Two whole years old. It was crazy to even think about. It felt like yesterday I had just held him for the first time, and now he was two years old and devouring a chocolate cake with his hands.

"He looks just like Sloane right now," I heard David joke to Aaliyah, who laughed and shoved him for my sake. "Kidding! Jeez."

It was a disgrace to say he looked like me. With his big, sparkling brown eyes and messy chocolate brown hair and cheeky smile, he was David Dobrik Junior—not that I minded. I hoped our little girl would look just like me.

Oh, yeah. Our little girl. I found out I was pregnant again in March, five or so months into our marriage. It didn't surprise either me or David. We weren't trying to have another kid, but we also weren't doing anything to avoid it. Besides, Luke needed a sibling, even if he and David had the same IQ. And so, we had a girl.

I still remember the day we found out like it was yesterday.

We had absolutely no clue. I did notice I was getting a tiny bit heavier, but I had also been eating too many Oreos, so I didn't expect anything of it. I didn't even think about taking a test, despite the fact that we hadn't been using condoms. Honestly, I thought if I was pregnant, I'd have a mother's intuition. I didn't.

We were at the vlog house, and the boys were messing around with the tennis ball shooter. I didn't know why, considering David's son was sitting on the couch only a few feet away, but I learned to pick my battles when it came to all the dangerous things David did. Besides, a tennis ball couldn't kill Luke.

David had assured me it was off when I needed to pass by to get to the bathroom, and I foolishly trusted him. As I walked past it, the final ball shot out, hitting me dead in the ribs. I was only a few feet away from the machine at the time, and I felt a subtle, but very there cracking.

"Holy shit, David."

"Oh my god, baby, I'm so fucking sorry—"

"David, I think you broke one of my ribs," I clutched my side and felt an ache that I hadn't felt in years. I broke a few of my ribs at one of my soccer games in high school, and I was pretty sure the ball hit one of those weaker ones. "Ow! David! What the fuck?"

"Oh my god," David gasped, lifting up my shirt to check my side, as if it'd already be bruised. "I'm so sorry. Should we go to the hospital? I don't know what to do."

"We need to go to the hospital," I nodded, grabbing David's keys from the side table in the entrance of the house. "They won't do anything but give me medicine, but... I need some medicine."

"I'm so fucking sorry, baby," David sighed, grabbing Luke from the couch and then rushing in front of me to open the door. "Jason! We're leaving! Bye!"

"Is she okay?"

David shut the door before anyone could respond.

Needless to say, when we got to the hospital, the nurse asked immediately if there was any chance I could be pregnant. I said no, but she ran a blood test anyways, just to be sure.

I was wrong. I was, at the time, four weeks pregnant with our second child. After getting my ribs wrapped and some pain killers, I quite literally rushed out of the hospital and into the car, unable to even speak to David. I was in shock, to be honest, and I didn't know what to say.

Because we weren't trying for a baby, I wasn't sure whether David would be happy or upset that I was pregnant. I didn't want to tell him out of fear that he'd say we weren't ready, despite the fact that we had raised Luke pretty damn well.

"What'd they say? Are you okay?" he asked while buckling Luke back into his car seat. I frowned and nodded.

"I'm fine. You didn't puncture a lung or anything, thank the Lord."

"I'm seriously so sorry. I thought there were no more balls in it. Please don't be mad at me."

"David, I'm pregnant. Again."

And that was that. David cried and explained to Luke the concept of younger siblings (using Frozen as an example, of all things). We kept it a secret until I was showing, and told everyone a few weeks before Luke's second birthday party. I was three months pregnant by the time anyone knew.

Everyone was, of course, really supportive. Besides the stray she's a slut comments from people who probably didn't understand how marriage worked, both David's friends and the fans were very excited to see our new baby girl. I was, too.

Luke's party was bumping. Though we didn't have any drunk Zane or flamethrowers or confetti, it was still the most warm, loving room in the place.

I didn't have any family for Luke to love, but with friends like ours, I didn't need them. Luke and Stella (shhh, don't tell anyone her name) had enough aunts and uncles to last a lifetime. I was so, so thankful to be blessed with the best people on Earth, who loved me and my son and my coming daughter endlessly.

In that moment, my heart was still so, so full. I couldn't even imagine a time when it wouldn't be.

ok so thats the end. im highkey lowkey highkey crying. im crying. i literally love sloane and david (and luke and stella) ummm SO much!!! they mean the world to me.

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