Brooklyns POV:
"Hey, baby, I'm home." I say kissing my lovely wife's soft lips. Amazing as ever, she always heated me up a nice meal as I came home from work. I worked as a detective for the FBI, although my wife supported me a hundred percent, I know she felt a tid lonely. Other than that, life is good. "Hunny, I have something to tell you." Mckenzie says. "Yeah, sweetheart?" I say caressing her cheek. She began to cry, and I felt an instant pain in my chest. "What? Are you okay?" I ask very worried. "I-im pregnant. It worked." She said smiling very lightly. I felt the tears rush down my face as if they rushed to form a river below my feet, and drift me away. I'm gonna be a mommy. There was this new technique that they took some of my liquds, and shot it up in her and bam there was a baby. We've tried for years, and finally it worked. Me being twenty-six, her twenty-eight. This was amazing news. I held her tightly. She wanted a girl, I want a boy. After sharing the exciting news with our parents, we were excited for parent hood. Little did we know, parenthood is a hard thing.
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One eleven fifteen.
Romanceabout two girls, who had fallen in love at a young age, but then had grown together. This is about their later life.
