Emma's POV
"Mommy!" I can hear Ezra calling from down the hall. "Mommy!" He squeals a little louder.
I heave myself off of the couch and waddle my way down the hall. My stomach is getting more round by the day and I can barely see my feet any longer. I sigh to myself as I get to the bathroom and see Ezra sitting on the potty with a brilliant smile spread across his face.
"I need help wiping my butt," he says with a cheeky grin.
I cannot help but groan. "Ezra, did you even try?"
"I did, I swear I did." He says with his eyes wide like a puppy that has just been scolded.