My Middle Boy
My ex-wife felt I was over sexed, and it finally led to her not feeling the marriage. Be that as it may, I enjoyed my every encounter with her body while in awh of her mind. It was her pregnancy of our third child that scared me, for I took her to the hospital for pain. Come to find out she not only was pregnant, but the egg was developing in the tubes. An optical pregnancy is a danger to a woman and without a doubt the baby had to be flushed out in order to save the Mother. Sorry, baby, I love everything about my wife. I brought my wife home, and of course no sex for weeks to the smiles from a wife on sex vacation. Of course after the weeks passed, my wife made an appointment to see the doctor for a check up to which I promised to behave until the word of the doctor was a go. No! I didn't cut my eyes at her or give her the cold shoulder, even though breast and thighs were mocking me. The day came for her to see the doctor and that night, I expected fireworks for sure. She got in the car with a smile. I was puzzled, cause she knew what was on my mind. "I'm pregnant!". Whaaat? I knew one baby was flushed, how did the new one get established if no baam baam took place?? Turned out that the middle boy was determined to be born and no amount of flushing was going to change that. God is merciful. By the way, my wife tapped me on the shoulder and said this baby is safe, come ride me. Need I say more😎?
My Mother tied him up in his stroller with rope at 2 years old, because she found him crawling on her dresser and could not keep him contained in a playpen. On first sight of a horse, he was frightened beyond his ability to control, so he found out where the horse was kept and asked to help feed it until he became a master horse rider.
My middle boy is a gentle giant, deeply quiet until adjusted. I prayed for special angel's help just prior to the accident where he and all his brothers flipped seven times and hit a pole. They walked away without a broken limb whatsoever. A special kid for sure, and now a devoted father himself. I remember his birth, as I remember riding his mother in making him. I chose her life over his and he thanked me with a life of his own.
