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The night was cold and peaceful on New Year’s Eve as Zach pushed the door open to exit a roadside gas station. His towering 6’4” frame commanded attention, with broad shoulders and muscles stacked upon muscles. Zach was a sight to behold after years of working out to gain more muscle mass, currently weighing 300 pounds and looking more imposing than ever. His thick, muscular arms bulged under the snug fit of his navy blue sweater, which strained over the broad expanse of his thick pecs. His upper body looked like a sculpture of the most outstanding physiques in the world, only softened by a subtle gut that Harry loved to call: “dad-gut.” His lower body was just as impressive, stretching his pants in all the right places to show off his powerful thighs, massive muscular butt, and mouth-watering big bulge. Parenthood had only made him more handsome and hotter, which was part of the reason why his family didn’t stop growing in number.

Life had changed a lot for Zach and Harry since their family began in 2021. Zach, now 31, had taken on a permanent position at the base, which offered better pay and ensured he no longer needed to deploy. This stability allowed him to provide for his ever-growing family and remain present for every milestone. He enjoyed each first step of his kids, each Christmas, birthdays, and all the important dates. He was a devoted dad who loved spending his evenings with his children and the love of his life, Harry.

Harry, now a full-time Daddy at 22 years old, had embraced the chaos and joy of raising their children. He spent his days at home, caring for their children, and kept everything running. He loved to wake up every morning with Zach’s strong arms around him. Harry loved to spoil his big guy with hearty breakfasts and dinners. He eagerly awaited Zach’s arrival every evening, falling more in love with the big man. Both loved their family dynamics, and their only goal was to make each other and their kids happy.

Zach smiled as he exited the door with several bags of snacks and juice boxes for his children. It was already late, nearing the New Year, but after a long trip on their way home from Zach’s parents’ place, Harry had asked for a bathroom stop, and the kids asked for snacks. As he stepped outside, Zach extended a hand and grabbed the tiny hand of one of his firstborn sons, the quadruplets who had turned three on Christmas Day, who were trailing behind him. The four boys formed a cute chain to follow their Dad to their minivan parked beside the front door. Each boy was a miniature blend of Zach and Harry, with Zach’s tall, sturdy frame and Harry’s soft, angelic features. The quadruplets were dressed identically in small, puffy winter jackets, jeans, and boots, their cheeks rosy from the brisk air.

“Alright, troop, stay close to Dad,” Zach said, looking at the four boys standing by the minivan as he opened the door to get them inside.

Leo, the eldest, stood the closest to Zach with a small packet of gummy bears. Beside him, Ethan searched in a bag of mini chocolate cookies to get the crumbs out. Noah and Caleb stood right behind the other two, each boy with a juice in hand. Once Zach got everything in place, he turned to the boys with open arms.

“Okay, kiddos, let’s get you buckled in. Leo, you first,” Zach said with a grin. He lifted Leo, making the boy giggle as his Dad placed him into his car seat and snugly secured him. Ethan was next, proudly climbing into his seat with minimal help, though Zach checked the straps twice. They were in the phase where they wanted to feel independent. “There we go, champ. Dad still needs to make sure you’re safe,” Zach said, ruffling Ethan’s hair.

Noah and Caleb were last, and Zach lifted them simultaneously. “You two are getting heavy,” Zach teased, earning giggles from the boys as he carefully placed and secured them in their seats. “Okay. All buckled up?” He asked, and the boys nodded. “Good job, troop. Wait here; I’ll be back soon with your brothers and Daddy.” Zach closed the door with a satisfied smile before heading back inside.

Moments later, Zach emerged again, this time carrying a set of two-years-and-three-months-old triplets in his arms. The trio had also inherited Harry’s softer features but were unmistakably Zach’s sons, with broad and tall builds. They wore matching overalls and sweaters, and each had a small toy truck in their hands.

“Okay, my little troublemakers, let’s get you comfortable,” Zach softly said, buckling the first of the triplets, James, into his seat.

Zach couldn’t help but chuckle as he worked on securing the boy as he remembered the night Harry had gotten pregnant with the triplets. It was the same day Harry had given birth to the quadruplets, Christmas 2021. Zach still remembered how Harry was eager to have more kids despite all the pain he endured to give birth to four big babies, and Zach was more than willing to fulfill the request. That night in December 2021, while the quadruplets slept, Zach had passionately filled Harry with a new batch, deepening their mutual love.

Once James was secured, Owen was next, who wrapped his arms tightly around Zach’s neck before settling into his car seat with a contented sigh. Zach’s mind momentarily remembered Valentine’s Day 2022 when Harry was almost two months pregnant with the triplets. They had married that day in an intimate ceremony surrounded by Zach’s recently reconnected family and close friends who knew the secret of the quadruplets’ origins. Zach remembered how stunning Harry looked that day, making him smile. They had announced their second pregnancy at the wedding, with family and friends cheering excitedly.

When he finished with Owen, he continued with the third triplet, Finn, who clung to Zach’s sweater before being gently buckled in. Zach smiled at the triplets as he remembered the day when they were born in September 2022. With each passing pregnancy, Zach had fallen more in love with Harry, so each birth had a significant meaning for the couple. Now, Zach could only smile, seeing the boys growing up surrounded by love.

With the triplets settled, Zach headed back inside, emerging this time with a quintuplet stroller that needed careful navigation. Their one-year-and-six-month-old sons cooed and babbled, their bright eyes taking in the world around them. The quintuplets, born 9 months after the triplets in June 2023, were near copies of their older brothers, a combination of Harry’s delicate features and Zach’s sturdy build. Each boy was bundled up in adorable animal-themed onesies, making them look like a tiny zoo on wheels.

Zach worked quickly to settle the quintuplets in their car seats. Then, he paused to admire his work—the babies buckled and his large family. The quintuplets—Miles, Ezra, Jonah, Hale, and Simon—were all snug and secure. Zach softly chuckled as Ezra waved a tiny hand at him, earning a playful wave in return. He quickly folded the quintuplet stroller, his strong arms making light work of the task, and placed it in the back of the minivan before heading back inside one final time.

When he reappeared, he was pushing a smaller stroller with their youngest: twin boys born in March 2024. These two were also the perfect blend of their parents, looking breathtakingly cute at 9 months old. The twins, Max and Theo, happily babbled as Zach lifted them into their car seats. With all fourteen boys secured, Zach folded the second stroller with practiced efficiency and stored it in the van with the bigger one. Before heading back toward the market, he turned to the open van and clapped his hands to get the boys’ attention.

“Alright, roll-call! Sound off, troops!” He playfully called out. “Leo? Ethan? Noah? Caleb?

“Here, Dad!” The quadruplets responded in unison, giggling.

“Right. James? Owen? Finn?” he asked, turning to the triplets.

“Here, Dad!” The three boys responded enthusiastically, shouting and raising their hands, making Zach chuckle and smile.

“Great. Now our quint squad,” Zach said, adopting a mock-serious tone. “Miles? Ezra? Jonah? Hale? Simon?” The quintuplets responded with cheerful laughs, raising their hands for their Dad. “Perfect. And the twin reinforcements, Max and Theo?” Zach said, looking at the babies already dozing off in their seats. “Alright, all accounted for. Good work, troops!” Zach said with a grin, closing the minivan, ready to retrieve Harry.

As Zach turned back toward the market, he saw Harry waddling out, his massive body impossible to ignore. His formerly lean frame had grown drastically throughout the pregnancies. And Harry was now full-term with sextuplets in his fifth pregnancy, looking larger and happier than ever. They had found a doctor who had kept their secret and had ensured Harry’s well-being through the pregnancies. And even the doctor was surprised by Harry’s fertility and strength to handle all the pregnancies. His belly stretched prominently ahead of him, round and firm, stretched beyond Harry’s wildest dreams, with Zach’s six large babies growing inside. His belly button had popped out months ago, adding a playful touch to his massive abdomen and making him look ready to pop.

The green oversized “maternity” sweater he wore struggled to cover his massive midsection as his widened hips swayed with every step. His massive butt strained the back of his gray sweatpants, making them look ready to burst. His chest had grown fuller, adding to his already curvaceous figure, adorned with thick and permanently engorged nipples that were visible through the fabric of his sweater. Every inch of Harry’s body shouted “fertility,” and Zach loved it. But despite all these changes, Harry’s face was as cute and youthful as ever.

Zach quickly approached his husband, immediately noticing Harry’s flushed face. “You okay?” he asked, blending concern and love in his voice.

Harry nodded, though his face was flushed. “I’m okay, but we need to get home soon,” he responded, placing a hand on the side of his massive belly. “Apart from people staring at me like I’m a time bomb, which I can’t blame them for, the mild contractions I mentioned earlier aren’t that mild anymore.”

Zach’s eyes widened, and his face turned red in concern and excitement. “Is it time? Why didn’t you tell me before? We shouldn’t have stopped here. We’re like two hours away from home, and you—”

“Hey, hey, big guy, calm down. I needed the bathroom stop anyway,” Harry said, slowly pulling the taller man into a passionate kiss. “I didn’t tell you because even though we’ve done this a couple of times before, you always get nervous,” he added, tightly gripping Zach’s hand and instinctively groaning. “Okay, okay. Maybe I should’ve said something earlier. So, my water broke while I was in the bathroom, so we really need to get home fast.”

Zach’s eyes widened, a huge grin spreading across his face. “Alright, let’s get you home, babe. Looks like our fifth miracle is happening sooner than I thought.”

With one final check to ensure all their boys were secure, Zach gently helped Harry into the passenger seat. Harry’s discomfort grew more evident as the minivan began its journey home. His hands clutched his enormous belly, and he groaned softly as another contraction coursed through him. The babies inside were restless, their movements visible beneath the stretched fabric of his sweater. Each twist and turn made Harry wince, his eyes narrowing as he tried to steady his breathing.

“Zach,” Harry whispered with a strained voice. “We need to get home before New Year unless you want these babies to be born in the car.”

Zach looked at Harry, mid-concerned and mid-excited, his hands steady on the wheel. “Don’t worry. We’ll make it. I’m going as fast as I can without turning this van into a rocket. Besides, we’ve got precious cargo back there, so I can’t go beyond the speed limit.” He nodded toward the back seats, where their fourteen boys were dozing off because it was already late.

“Ugh… No matter how many times I’ve done this, it hurts so fucking much,” Harry groaned again, his hands gripping his belly tighter.

“Daddy, language. Our kids are here,” Zach reached over with one hand, resting it gently on Harry’s abdomen. “Let me see what’s going on with this squad,” he playfully said. Zach slowly lifted Harry’s sweater, exposing the taut, round expanse of his abdomen. The sight was breathtaking—the babies’ movements were unmistakable, small bulges and ripples crossing Harry’s skin as they shifted positions. “Whoa, they’re really having a party in there,” Zach teased, his large hand moving in slow, soothing circles.

Harry flinched slightly as another contraction hit, his breath hitching. “Stop… rubbing… it makes them move more,” Harry said between groans, though a small smile tugged at his lips.

“I’m just trying to keep you distracted,” Zach said, slightly leaning closer as his hand continued moving over Harry’s abdomen. “Remember the day we got married? Valentine’s Day 2022. You looked so gorgeous, even with that tiny baby bump starting to show.” He grinned at the memory, quickly looking at Harry.

“Tiny? Zach, I was two months pregnant with three of your huge babies, and my belly never went back to normal after the quadruplets,” Harry interjected, chuckling despite his discomfort. “I could barely close the buttons of my shirt.”

“Okay, not so tiny,” Zach admitted with a laugh. “But that day was perfect. My family cried when they saw you walking down the aisle—well, waddling. I remember the moment so vividly. One of the happiest moments of my life.”

“And you looked so handsome. So perfect. I couldn’t believe I was getting married to such a big and handsome man. You made me want to give you an army of kids, and I… ugh… I’ve been doing it,” Harry playfully said, caressing his huge contracting belly.

“Oh, I had some dirty thoughts while we said our vows because you mentioned us having a huge family,” Zach replied, moving his hand higher to gently massage Harry’s heavy tits. His large palm cupped one side, and he gave a gentle squeeze, making Harry softly groan. “Speaking of dirty thoughts, these were part of them. Though, they weren’t so big back then. Your chest has grown so much since then. It’s practically a national treasure now.”

Harry rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress a laugh. “Yeah, I’m like a dairy cow, always ready to provide for the herd.” As if on cue, a constant leak of milk dampened his sweater, and Harry sighed, his cheeks turning pink. “See? They’re overflowing, as usual. And it’s all your fault. This is all your fault,” he playfully said and smiled.

Zach chuckled, grabbing a tissue from the console to dab at the spot. “No, that’s not my fault. I remember it was you who insisted on ordering a new batch of kids after the quadruplets were born, then after the triplets, after the quintuplets, and recently after the twins. I’ve only done what you’ve asked me to do. And your body seems to have this superpower to provide an endless supply of milk for our army of boys. Honestly, though, I don’t know how you do it. We should give you a superhero name—Milkman? Milkma… MilkDaddy? What do you want your superhero name to be?”

Harry snorted, shaking his head. “How about ‘Just Trying to Survive These Contractions-Man’?” he responded, his laughter turning into a soft groan as another contraction hit. Despite the pain, he slowly reached for Zach’s full bulge to squeeze it. “And yeah, this is all your fault. If you weren’t so perfect, I would have more chances to resist you.” Harry leaned to the side, kissing Zach’s cheek while teasing his massive bulge. “I hope you’re ready to order the next batch once these six are out because I’m not planning on letting my womb be empty for long.” Harry teased, and Zach smiled.

Harry’s groans grew louder as the van continued down the road, and the contractions came closer together. Despite the playful banter between the husbands, the pain was too much for Harry to hide his discomfort. Some of the boys in the back began to notice, slowly waking up to see what was happening with their Daddy.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Leo asked, his eyes wide with worry.

“Yeah, big boy, I’m fine. I’m just having stomach cramps because I ate too much,” Harry managed to say between groans. “I just need to get home soon.”

“Are the babies okay in your belly?” Ethan said, knowing that his baby brothers were in his Daddy’s round belly.

“Yeah, they are. I think they’re just excited to meet us all,” Harry responded, clutching his belly as the babies rolled and turned with the contractions. “We really need to get home, Zach!”

“We’re almost there, Harry,” Zach said, checking on the screen on the board. “Five minutes and we’ll be home. I’ll need you all to go to bed immediately, okay, troops?” He added, looking at his sons in the rearview mirror.

“Yes, Dad,” Leo, Ethan, and James responded while the others were asleep.

By the time they pulled into their driveway at about 11:30 PM, Harry’s contractions were nearly one on top of the other. “Zach… they’re coming. I can feel one of them… in position. I really need to push NOW!” Harry gasped, his face pale but smiley. “This baby feels so huge. Like all your kids when they’re getting out of me.”

“Hey, you married a big man; what did you expect?” Zach playfully flexed his massive bicep before kissing Harry’s lips and then kissing the huge belly. “Hang tight, babe. Let me get the boys inside first, and I’ll come back for you,” he said, and Harry nodded.

One by one, Zach began unloading their fourteen sons. First were the quadruplets, Leo, Ethan, Noah, and Caleb, each scrambling out of their car seats with minimal help. “Inside, troops! Time to deploy to your rooms. Wait for me beside the stairs,” Zach commanded playfully, earning giggles as they ran toward the house. Next came the triplets, James, Owen, and Finn. James was the first to hop into Zach’s arms. “Go on, buddy,” Zach said, gently setting him down at the front door before lifting Owen and Finn in quick succession.

The quintuplets were next, their little faces lighting up as Zach unbuckled them and moved them into their stroller. Miles and Jonah squealed with delight as they were lifted while Ezra, Hale, and Simon waited patiently for their turn. “Good job, team,” Zach praised as he pushed the stroller inside. Finally, Zach retrieved the twins, Max and Theo, who were babbling happily. “I know you two need your last feeding of the day, but Daddy will be busy for a couple of hours,” he said with a grin, carrying them both in his strong arms and joining the other boys inside. He took each set of babies to their rooms, making sure they were all in bed before going back outside to help Harry into the house.

With all fourteen boys safely inside, Zach rushed back to Harry, who was gripping the armrest tightly, his face contorted in pain. “Zach, I can’t walk… I need to push,” Harry said, his voice trembling. “These babies are coming NOW!”

Without hesitation, Zach bent down and scooped Harry into his powerful arms. “Hold on, my prince. I’ll carry you to our bed so our babies will be born in a safe place, just like their older brothers.” Zach playfully said, holding Harry tight.

“What a gentleman. Ugh—” Harry managed a weak smile despite the pain. “You always know how to sweep me off my feet,” he whispered, his love for Zach evident even in this moment. “This reminds me of the night when the quadruplets were born.”

Zach carried Harry carefully into the house and straight to their bedroom, where he gently placed Harry on the bed before kissing his lips. “Let me take these clothes off to check how you’re doing,” Zach said. He began with Harry’s sweater, lifting it carefully over the massive curve of his belly. The fabric stretched momentarily before sliding free, revealing the taut, smooth skin of Harry’s abdomen, where the movements of their babies were still visible. Zach set the sweater aside, his hands steady as he moved to Harry’s sweatpants.

“Ugh… I’d say I’m never doing this again. But I know better already,” Harry playfully said in pain as Zach pulled the waistband of the sweatpants over his wide hips.

“You’re the one saying it, not me,” Zach said, smiling as he worked slowly, making sure not to cause Harry more discomfort.

Once the pants were off, Zach repeated the procedure with the underwear, carefully sliding them down and setting them aside. Harry instinctively lifted his legs and positioned himself to push. He felt the baby moving lower into his birth canal, stretching him and making him scream in pain. Harry had given birth to 14 of Zach’s big babies, but he never stopped marveling at how big their babies were at birth.

With Harry fully undressed, Zach crouched beside him, his eyes widening as he took in the sight. “Harry, the head is already crowning,” Zach said, looking worried and excited. “We made it just in time. Push and bring our next little ones into the world.” With a loud groan and a strong push, Harry’s face turned red as he pushed with all he had.

Harry pushed for what felt like an eternity, but the birth progressed quickly as the big baby emerged inch by inch with each push. He was breathless and exhausted, but Zach’s loving touch and words gave him the strength to continue. Zach rubbed small circles over the huge pregnant belly while getting ready for the arrival of the first baby. Then, Zach leaned in and kissed Harry’s forehead as they heard fireworks and cheers outside, announcing the New Year. And only a few seconds later, with one final strong push, the baby slid out of Harry’s body and into Zach’s hands.

“Happy New Year, Zach,” Harry said, breathless but smiling while his husband cleaned their 15th son. “We made it home before the New Year. And these babies are the best way to start 2025,” he added, and Zach leaned in to kiss his husband.

****

A few hours after the birth of the sextuplets, soft coos of newborns filled their room. The birth had been intense, but an experienced Harry could quickly get through the process. They were now the happy fathers of 6 newborns, totaling 20 baby boys. Harry was propped up in bed, his postpartum body fully exposed, too sore to dress. His hair was slightly disheveled, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes expressed exhaustion and pure joy.

Two of the babies were latched on, their tiny fists curling and uncurling against Harry’s soft skin as their fluttering eyelids hinted at sleep. Their rhythmic suckling made soft sounds, and the gentle rise and fall of Harry’s round softened abdomen completed the picture of a glowing man in the aftermath of birth.

Zach was beside Harry, now completely naked for comfort and practicality. The other four newborns lay comfortably atop Zach’s broad pecs, making Harry smile. “You’re amazing, you know that?” Zach said, smiling as he watched the babies rest atop him. “Every time I think I couldn’t love you more, you go and do something like this. You give me more than I ever thought I could get. From the moment we met back in 2021, you’ve changed my whole world.”

Harry looked up from the babies, smiling. “And you’ve given me everything I never thought I’d have—a home, a family, love that doesn’t just fill my heart but overflows. These twenty boys wouldn’t be here without you, Zach. You all are my everything.”

Zach slightly leaned to the side, careful not to disturb the newborns, and kissed Harry’s forehead. “You make it so easy to love you, Harry.”

After the babies finished feeding, Harry carefully adjusted them. Zach stood to place the babies on his chest into their cribs and then returned to do the same with the other two still in Harry’s arms. His massive body glistened faintly in the dim light, accentuating every muscle as he leaned over the cribs. His back, wide and strong, seemed almost carved, tapering down to a lean waist and powerful legs.

Harry sighed softly, watching his husband. “How do you make even putting babies to bed look so… hot?” he said with a playful smile.

Zach chuckled, turning back to Harry and walking toward the bed. “It’s just the dad bod, love,” he teased with a proud smile. Zach stood in full glory before his husband and flexed his massive arms to tease Harry: His massive cock was half hard, making Harry bite his lower lip. “But you… you’re stunning. Even now, you glow. You always do.”

Harry blushed, glancing down at himself. “I look like a huge mess.” His body bore the signs of pregnancy, exaggerated and curvaceous from carrying sextuplets. His softened abdomen, still rounded from the birth, rose and fell gently with each breath. His tits were larger than ever, full and heavy, with sensitive, engorged nipples that remained tender after hours of feeding their newborns. His hips were wide, a natural curve that accentuated the fullness of his figure, and his thighs were thick but soft. Despite the lingering soreness, the love in Zach’s eyes made him feel as though he were the most beautiful man in the world.

“No, you look like the perfect man for me,” Zach said as he climbed into bed to get on top of Harry, pushing his body down and kissing his lips as his muscles and huge cock pressed against Harry’s plump body.

“You always know how to make me fall more in love with you,” Harry responded, wrapping his arms around Zach’s thick neck. He smiled and kissed his husband, spreading his legs when he felt Zach’s cock hardening and getting massive. “You always know how to make me want to give you more kids.”

Zach smiled and kissed Harry back. “Are you sure? It’s only been a couple of hours. You just gave birth to six huge babies. We could wait some more if you’re tired.”

Harry grinned and wrapped his legs around Zach’s waist. “I’m ready. I want to give you an army of babies. You’re too perfect to stop having your kids. You’re not only the best husband, the hottest, the biggest, and the sexiest husband in the world. But you’re also the best father, the most loving, a great provider, and the best role model for our kids. With you, I want to fill every corner of this house with our kids.”

Zach smiled and, without hesitation, got his thick 11-inch-long cock in position to fuck Harry. They locked eyes for a few seconds before Zach buried his cock into his husband’s hole, who fought to suppress his loud moans to avoid disturbing the babies. Both smiled as Zach’s hips bucked slow and passionately, making Harry’s eyes roll in his head in pleasure. They had been together for over three years, and Harry could only long for more of his husband’s massive fuck tool. And Zach couldn’t get enough of his husband’s thick, rounded ass.

“You’re perfect, Harry,” Zach said, speeding up his pace.

“Not as perfect as you, Zach,” Harry responded, his hands still wrapped around Zach’s neck, pulling himself up to kiss the big guy’s lips. “Fill me up with your babies. Let’s make 2025 our biggest year so far,” he added, and Zach smiled, intensifying his pounding.

**

Harry was still in bed in the morning, two of the newborns sucking on his over productive tits again as the other four slept soundly beside him. Zach had cleaned everything, Harry included, so the room looked peaceful. However, Harry eagerly waited for something that would interrupt the peace. He heard the sound of small, eager footsteps approaching the room. He smiled, his heart swelling as the door creaked open.

The quadruplets burst in first, evidently excited. “Daddy! Are the babies here?!” Noah asked, his eyes wide with wonder.

“They are,” Harry said as the boys rushed to the bedside, curiously looking at the tiny infants in his arms.

Behind them came the triplets, their slightly shorter strides bringing them to the bed just seconds after their older brothers. James carried his favorite truck, which he proudly showed to Harry. “Can I show it to the babies, Daddy?”

“Of course, big boy,” Harry replied, his smile widening. “You’ll have to teach them how to play with trucks when they’re older.

Zach appeared next, pushing the strollers with the quintuplets and twins. The younger boys were mumbling as they entered the room. Zach expertly maneuvered the strollers into the room, then lifted each boy out one by one, setting them gently on the bed beside Harry. “Alright, troops, meet your new baby brothers,” Zach announced.

The triplets and quadruplets joined their brothers in bed as they leaned in to inspect the newborns with contagious awe and excitement. Zach climbed onto the bed beside Harry, his arm draping over Harry’s shoulders as he placed a hand on Harry’s softened abdomen.

“Look how happy they are,” Zach said. “Imagine how much happier they’ll get when we tell them that the next batch is already baking,” he whispered with a teasing grin.

Harry laughed, shaking his head. “Stop it, Zach. We’re not sure about that yet.”

“Oh, I’m sure. I’m pretty sure,” Zach responded, kissing Harry’s lips. “But we can keep trying, just in case.”

Harry and Zach smiled, pushing their foreheads together, locking eyes, and expressing their love for each other without words. Their twenty kids surrounded them in bed, excited about the sextuplets, as they kissed again. Both couldn’t help but smile, imagining how their love and family will continue growing in 2025.

THE END

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