Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“When I turn eighteen next month, I was wondering…” He takes a deep breath. “I want to be a Maxwell, like you.”
“You want to change your last name?” I choke out, my emotions getting the best of me. Fuck, I’m about to turn into Harper, and I can’t even blame it on being pregnant.
“Yeah, if it’s okay with you. Any man can make a baby, but I’d like to have the same last name as the man who chose to be my father. When I’m out on the field playing ball, I want your last name on the back of my jersey.”
I stand and walk over to Hunter and pull him up into a tight hug. “I would love nothing more than for you to take my name. I love you, Hunter, and whether we share the same last name or not, you’ll always be my son.”
“I love you too, Dad.”
We separate and Hunter excuses himself to go call Brendan. Hunter isn’t the only one being drafted today. Brendan is as well. They’ve been placing bets as to who will get drafted first. My bet is on Hunter.
I walk back over to the boys’ room to peek in on them. They technically have their own rooms, but being only two years apart, they’re close and prefer to share one. They’re both asleep, still in their beds, and looking like little angels—it’s just an illusion, though. Once their eyes open, they turn into little hellions. It’s a good thing they’re fucking cute.
“In a couple weeks we’re going to be adding another little animal to the zoo,” Harper says, snaking her arms around me from the side, her bump hitting my hip. “You ready for that?”
“Hell yeah.” I bring my hand down to her stomach and rub it, hoping to feel the little guy kicking. After Harper gave birth to Noah, we debated whether she would stay home. She loved her job as an art teacher, but she didn’t want to put him in daycare. She also didn’t want to hire a stranger to raise him. So, I offered to officially retire and become a stay-at-home dad. She laughed, thinking I was joking.
Four years later and I’m still home with the kids while Harper works at the private school teaching art. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I waited too long to finally have a family with Harper, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of it, until the last one moves out and I beg her to quit her job and travel the world with me.
The End