
A house of my own at last. You're prolly wondering why I waited til now to move out of my brother's house? Well, I love my brother I really do, and even after all that drama with the tv show and not knowing who was the father of the kids...He's still my brother...Bros thicker than Blondes and all that ya know. Sides it isn't the kids fault and I wanted to make sure they got settled here first. They're like my own, but I want my own. I don't want no skanky hoe for a wife, and I do want a wife. I met a beautiful lady named Claire. We went on a few dates...

And fell madly in love. She's amazing. She's the love of my life. And I Love the woohoo! What can I say I am a guy after all!

I even convinced her to have woohoo in public once. We went shopping to get her a cute lil outfit and of course I just had to ravish her when I saw her in it. I decided that I had to marry her. The next thing I knew Claire was pregnant with my child. MINE, no one else, JUST MINE. I have no doubts of my lovely Claire.

She had a rough pregnancy. I think she was adjusting to living with someone for the first time ever..and she was so tired all the time. She's not a real whiz in the kitchen but neither am I.

I wanted to help more but I was working my way up to the career of my dreams. I came home to find poor Claire passed out on the table one night.

Then one day while I was at work....she went into labor. I wanted to be there for the birth of our child but unfortunately no one told me at work til after the baby had arrived.

MY daughter Stacey is the most beautiful girl in the whole world. She's so precious to me and so is Claire. A family of my own at last. No doubts. No paternity tests. Life is good.
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Glad John found a good woman and they have a daughter. Looks like another rough prenancy though.
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