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My wife sighed into my ear. “I kind of like that one.”

“Me, too,” I grunted.

“But what if it’s a girl?” Kobe asked.

“Well…” Dutch grinned. “Then we’ll have to go with Wakely. I think that’s even cuter.”

Eight months later

Wakely Dutch Westfield was born at 9:54 a.m. She was eleven pounds and looked like a mini sumo wrestler.

I fuckin’ loved her at first sight.

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