Ripping off a piece of paper, I made a quick scribble of a name.
‘Alpha Stone,’ I murmured, looking at the little list.
‘I like that name for a boy,’ my hubby Tyson, 35, smiled stroking my growing bump.
Our pregnancy was a shock to say the least.
Especially, as I was on contraception, but with Rouge-Angel, five, Lyon, four, and Twyla-Bay, one, excited to meet their new sibling, it was meant to be.
And as the weeks went by, my belly seemed to balloon bigger than it ever had before.
Twyla-Bay had been born weighing a huge 11b 9oz, so I had already gone through the feeling of having a pretty heavy bump – but this time around it felt different.
I was absolutely huge!
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