Breakfast.

The first thing I did after the shower was to grab my phone and to message my producer Leah that I would be taking the day off. She messaged me back that one day off wouldn't set me back on my milestone schedule.

With Catherine off to work I was alone in the house with Susan, which felt odd. Even though we were both married and had our spouses' blessings to have sex there was some awkwardness when we weren't trying to make a baby.

"Um, Deb's the cook in the family so I hope you don't mind cereal for breakfast?" Susan said after we got dressed and headed downstairs.

"I can make something," I offered.

"Help yourself to what's in the fridge."

"How do you like your eggs?" I asked as I looked around what they had.

"Fertilized," she giggled.

"Maybe after breakfast," I retorted. "How about an omelette?"

"Sure!" she smiled as she checked her phone. "Deb says hi and to have fun today!"

"Hi and we will!" I chuckled as I prepared the omelette.

I'm not as good as a home cook as my wife but I must admit my omelettes were great because Susan moaned when she took a bite of it. We chitchatted about our jobs while we ate but our conversation inevitably went to babies.

"Yeah, I'm anxious about being a father," I admitted, sipping my coffee.

"What about father to possibly six babies?" she asked.

"I actually hadn't given it much thought after the contracts were signed waiving me of my parental rights," I replied. "That said, I would love to be in your babies' lives."

"Of course, Mike!" she smiled. "You are more to us than a sperm donor!"

"Speaking of sperm donation," I grinned at the segue, "shall we make sure we take full advantage of your last day of ovulation and my day off?"

"Where shall we start?" she giggled.