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"Alright, come on Y/S/N," you cooed, pulling your son out of his crib.

He gurgled as you cradled him in your arms. You could just make out the sound of Tyler talking with your daughter in the next room over, so you decided to investigate.

Tyler and your daughter were sitting on the floor in a circle with a variety of her stuffed toys. She was wearing one of her favorite princess dresses and had somehow convinced Tyler to wear a purple feather boa and plastic tiara. He had a small cup in his hands, which he took the occasional sip from.

"What's going on in here?" you asked, taking a couple steps into the room.

"A tea party!" she smiled happily as she poured a cup of "tea" for her stuffed elephant. "Would you like to join?"

"Of course. Can your brother join too?"

She looked at Y/S/N and narrowed her eyes, as if determining if he was worthy of attending her prestigious tea party. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded and grabbed a pillow for you to sit on.

"You're underdressed," Tyler smiled, setting his cup down for a moment.

"I see that," you laughed. "You know, I like this look. Maybe you and Josh should do boas onstage for the next tour."

Your daughter gasped upon seeing Tyler's tea cup sitting on the ground, "Did you run out of tea, Dad?"

"I did!"

She shook her head sadly, "I'll get you some once I get Mom and Y/S/N's outfits ready."

"Ok, sounds good."

Your daughter dug around in her dresser until she managed to find another boa, a party hat, and her mouse ears from Disneyland.

"I have outfits!" she smiled proudly, setting her finds down on the floor in front of you. "What would you like to wear, Mama?"

"What do you think will look best?" you asked.

She looked over her choices carefully before helping you put on the boa and mouse ears, which were a bit small for you. Once she was content with how you looked, you helped her to put the party hat on her younger brother.

"He looks so nice!" she jumped up and down happily. "Now to get everyone some tea."

Your son played happily with your boa while your daughter poured some "tea" for everyone. She had just sat down, ready to enjoy the party with everyone, when your son's attention became directed towards his hat. He pulled it off his head and dropped it onto the ground.

"Dad," your daughter whined. "Y/S/N took off his hat!"

"Well, he's a baby, sweetheart."

"But dad," she groaned. "It's ruining the party!"

"We can still have a nice party even if your brother isn't wearing his hat," you chimed in.

"No. He wears the hat or he leaves."

You and Tyler shared a look. There was no changing your daughter's mind on this and there definitely wasn't a way for you to get your son to wear his hat.

"Alright, I'll take your brother out of here," you said, removing your boa and mouse ears.

"No, Mama! You need to stay."

"And leave your brother on his own?"

"Yes!" she said, throwing her hands into the air with exasperation.

"I can't do that, but if you would like to come watch TV in the den with us, you can do that."

She stomped across the room to her bed and flopped down onto it, tiara and all. You sighed and rocked your son in your arms, thankful that he wasn't adding to the commotion that your daughter was causing.

"I'll handle this," Tyler mouthed at you.

"Thank you," you smiled, taking advantage of your daughter being distracted to remove your costume and leave the room.

You walked into the den and took a seat on the couch. Your son was still gurgling happy and looking around the room with wide eyes. He was growing so fast, it was hard for you to believe sometimes. Soon he would be walking around and talking just like your daughter.

It was twenty minutes before Tyler and your daughter walked into the room, hand in hand. Your daughter's eyes were a bit puffy from crying and Tyler looked exasperated, but they looked happy nonetheless. She walked over and took a seat next to you on the couch, wrapping her arms around your free one.

"What did we agree you were going to tell your brother?"

"I'm sorry for getting mad about your hat, Y/S/N," she sighed.

He simply gurgled and kicked his feet.

"Thank you," Tyler smiled, rubbing her back.

"Mama," she mumbled.

"Yes, dear?"

"Can I sit in your lap while we watch TV?"

"Sure thing, just let me give your brother to Dad."

Tyler happily took Y/S/N from your arms and began to bounce him around. Your daughter climbed into your lap and made herself comfortable.

"What should we watch today?" Tyler asked, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV.

"Disney!" your daughter cheered happily.

Tyler, with lots of input from your daughter, found a good Disney movie for the three of you to watch. She wasn't in your lap too long after the movie started, instead she decided that she wanted to act everything out along with the characters.

"How did we get so lucky?" Tyler asked, looking over to you.

"I ask myself the same question every day," you smiled, reaching out and taking hold of his hand.

"You know, I've been doing some thinking..."

"Oh no," you whispered.

"What if we had a third kid?" he smiled, raising his eyebrows in question.

You sighed, "You really want a third kid after everything that happened in the last half an hour?"

"Yeah," he smiled.

"I'll think about it," you said, giving his hand a squeeze.

"Mama!" your daughter called. "Come dance with me."

"Alright," you said, pushing yourself off the couch and getting up to join her.

"I'm so tired," you mumbled, crawling into bed and pulling the covers up over you.

"Me too," Tyler mumbled as he brushed his teeth.

Your son had put up a fight when going to bed, bawling relentlessly every time you tried to leave him in his crib. After walking him around the house for close to two hours while also having your daughter demand attention, he finally fell asleep. Once she realized her brother was going to bed, she calmly went to her own room and went to bed.

Tyler's question had been at the back of your mind all day. Having a third kid had definitely crossed your mind before, and your son was getting old enough that you would be able to manage him and a pregnancy at the same time.

Tyler shut off the bathroom light and slid into bed next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled himself close to you. His bare skin was radiating heat against your arm.

"I look forward to this moment every day," he said, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

"I do too," you said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He hummed in satisfaction as he wound himself a bit tighter around you. "Um, so I've been thinking about what you said earlier."

"About a third kid?"

"Yeah. I think I'd like that."

Tyler turned so that he could look at you, "You want to have another kid?"

"Yeah, I do," you beamed.

He shifted himself so that he could place a hand on the side of your face and pull you into a kiss.

"Should we get started now?" he smirked, moving his hand from your cheek to your hip.

"No," you giggled. "I'm too tired, I'll fall asleep halfway through."

"I don't blame you." He moved so that he was laying next to you again. "Today was a lot."

"Hey, you're the one that wants to add another kid to the mix."

"Just because today was a lot doesn't mean that I didn't love every second that I got to spend with my kids. And you, of course."

"I enjoyed spending time with you too, but now I'm going to bed because I'm exhausted. Not to mention that Y/S/N will probably wake me up at three in the morning again."

"Good idea."

You shifted onto your side and made yourself comfortable. Tyler moved so that he was pressed up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."