Me: yeah I'm pregnant again
Anthony: whAT
Dad: how far?
Me: month and a half
Ronnie: I already knew she told me in full secrecy
Anthony: and you kept a secret? I'm proud
Me: chill
Dad: congratulations, hope it's a boy
Me: does everyone want a boy
Anthony: yes
Me: whatever, it's gonna be what it's gonna be
Me: yo, fuckers
Max: whore you calling a fucker?
Craig: who're****
Craig: apostrophes exist for a reason
Omar: besides you fucked her, makes you a fucker
Robert: Craig fucked her too
Me: I'd rather not think about that thanks
Monte: what do you gotta tell us?
Me: I'm pregnant
Craig: you fucked Max again
Omar: why
Monte: you've been married for half a month
Max: before the wedding dumbass
Omar: the dress wasn't all white
Robert: ohhhhh you right
Max: yep, hopefully it's a baby boy
Me: yep
Monte: well, go rest baby mama
Me: say that again and I'll punch your balls up to your throat, Bryan
Monte: this is sexual harassment and I won't stand for it
Craig: well you won't be standing if she punches you in the balls
Monte: fuck all of you
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"It's a boy, a cute little boy. I'm gonna have a son!" Max sang.
"For someone who write songs, that was kinda shitty." I replied.
"Shut up."
"I'm your wife, it's part of my job to belittle you."
"Damn. That wasn't in the vows."
I laughed and kissed his cheek. "Yep, but it's a part of marrying me. You've known me for years, this shouldn't be news."
"And it's not."
"Good."
Violet walked up to us. "I'm gonna have a brother?"
Max picked her up and swung her around. "Yep, you're gonna have a baby brother!"
"Yay!"
"Come on, let's go buy some baby clothes so Mama doesn't have to."
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