"So here is your first baby. It's a girl," the doctor said pointing at the ultrasound

Sara couldn't stop grinning.

"Baby 2 is also a girl. Baby 3 4 and 5 are boys. Baby 6 is a girl and baby 7 is a girl," the doctor said.

"Cool," Sarah smiled, "We have four girls and three boys."

"Yes," Brain said, "That's what the doctor said.
He groaned. He still didn't know how they were going to raise nine children.

"Honey," Brian said as they got into the car, "Are you sure you don't want to give a couple of them up for adoption?"

"Brain this is our children."

"But we can't afford them. Anna is sick. She's going to need to have us able the care for her."

"We will be able to do it. I'm not saying that we won't need help. We'll need to get help to do this but I can't be okay with giving our children up."

I'll think about it," Brain promised.

"THERE IS NOT ANYTHING TO THINK ABOUT. THIS IS NOT A DISCUSSION. IT IS AN ANNOUNCEMENT. I'M NOT GIVING THOSE CHILDREN UP AND I'M NOT GVING UP ANY OF THE CHILDREN WE HAVE NOW."

"We'll talk about it later," Brain said.

"There is nothing to talk about Brain," Sara said, "I'm the one carrying the babies. This is one case where I have the final say."

"But-"

"I think we need to figure out how to handle our problems without being negative or hurtful also. I'm taking anything hurtful off the table."
Brain sighed. He hated not being in control.

"But it works," he objected.

"NO it doesn't," she told him, "We need to stop acting like that."

"We can't go back to the way to the way things were before. We fought all the time."

"We said that was the only options," Sarah pointed out.