When we finally slowed and collapsed in exhaustion, we stayed intertwined with him buried in my wet canal and my arms still holding him loosely against me.

"Will this make a baby?" he asked.

"No."

He untangled himself and propped up on one elbow. "When? King is three years old. He should have a brother or sister."

"He has a sister."

Alexis looked embarrassed. "I know. But he has no sibling here. Shouldn't he have siblings to play with?"

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