I smiled, watching her with her friends and our son. "She wants another." I hear Kourt whisper. I couldn't help but laugh, looking at my sisters. 
"Not yet." I assured. "How many more do you think you two will have?" Bella asked. She is here with Gigi, their parents, and their brother Anwar.
Anwar brought his girl Dua with him. I'm not sure how I feel about her as her eyes have been on Y/n several times. 
"At least one more." I say. "What if it's twins?" Khloe asked. "Then we'd have another after." Y/n teased as she walked over. 
"So what I'm hearing is I'm getting at least three more grandbabies from you two." Kris states.
Y/n chuckles, looking down at me. "What do you say, babe? I think we could manage that." She says. 
My jaw dropped, and I smacked her thigh. "Don't put that in my mom's head." I say, not believing we'd have that many more. 
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[Eight years later]
Here we are. Best friend, married with six kids. Stormi, Winter, Aire, Keziah, and the twins, Harmony and Cairo.