Hi, I'm Josiah and I probably hate you. I'm seventeen and I have six siblings, two of which have the same face as me. You could try talking to me, I guess. I bite. Hard.
Micah: "i know this" he kissed him quickly. "its why we fell in love." he smiled. "Remember what we said to jayson that day I carried you to your room?"
Josiah: laughed and nodded. "Remember the look of horror on his face?"
Micah: walked outside to see Josiah, shaking his head some. He sat down with his husband, pulling the boy to sit on his lap. "So how many you get so far?" he kissed his cheek.
Josiah: shrugged. "Approximately five and a half, the other half wiggled away somewhere."
