No

You finish your shower with no interruptions, taking a moment to look at your developing baby bump. Part of you wonders who your baby will look like. While he look like his deceased father, with jet black hair, gray eyes, and a thousand watt smile? Or will he look more like you, with auburn hair, hazel eyes, and lengthy legs? Maybe he'll be a perfect mix of the two of you or he'll end up looking like one of your other family members. Who knows?

Upon exiting the bathroom, you are immediately cornered by Mason and Issac, who have been woken up by the storm that had developed while you were showering. A loud clap of thunder echos through the house and they squeal, clinging onto you like little monkeys. You take them back to the room they share and get them back into bed. comforting them with stories and soft touches you remember being given as a young boy.

Then you go downstairs, where Andy is slowly getting to his feet. It's getting late and the two of you know that, if he sleeps on the couch, he's going to be in a lot of pain in the morning. You wrap an arm around his waist and help him to his room, making sure he is comfortable before going to your own. You're out like a light in seconds.