Amy POV
“We should make another one,” my mate said, looking down at our little boy.
He was a surprise of a lifetime because we thought that he was a girl up until I gave birth to him a few hours ago.
He was carrying him around, refusing to put him in his crib. I enjoyed watching him with our pup, and if the birthing pain weren’t still fresh in my mind, I would have him putting another pup in me right now.
“Sure,” I said, smirking a little. “Will you be the one to give birth to the next one?”
Drake looked up at me and smiled.
“I would if I could,” he said. “But I can’t, so you will have to.”
I chuckled and shook my head.
“I want a girl,” Drake said, looking back down at our baby. “I was preparing myself to be a girl dad. I don’t want that to go to waste.”
I laughed quietly. Drake wasn’t kidding. He was so excited to have a little girl.
“We can revisit the subject after I forget the pain,” I said, making him look up at me.