Wife#1 had two. Wife#2 had 1. I'm sure I have fathered a few more. At least 2.

She had her daughter at age 19. I was 20.
She was born on Oct 20 1971. The most important holiday for me.
Not bipolar. A fighter.
I married thanks to a cretin catholic priest, that insisted that kids solidify the marriage. BS.

The son came a few years down the line. June 26 19..... She wanted a boy.
She got a genius. Over 180IQ. Dr in math and physics. Math Professor of an IVY league University.
I think he's gay.
He dared to use the F word with me. Something very common amonst his peers.
I couldn't catch up with him. He's also fast. I wanted to split his nose.
We haven't spoke in years. A shame he wears my two names.
No bipolarism to talk about here either.

Second wife had a boy at age 17 with her 1st husband.
Wanted the girl. Waited 10 years for me to impregnate her.
I new the result. A dislexic, not too smart, extremely good looking boy.
My genes compensated to a point. His mother was so beautiful she couldn't be smart.
He was raised by his mother. I left her when she was pregnant.
Even though I had ample visitation, and he costed me a fortune in schooling, toys and gifts.
I ran away with a married woman 10 years older. My actual and last, wife of 29 years.

There. 2 kids too many.
I'm still paying child support for the handsome one. A trick from his mother. I don't owe a penny.
I was paying her directly. More than the court determined. Big mistake. He's almost thirty.
Him and I fought about that, and of course he took his mother's side.
May The Superior Power concede him twice what he wishes for me.

If I could go back in time, I would have the girl only.
We have drifted apart since I ran after her brother.
But she can do no wrong. No matter what.
I love her almost as much as I love myself.

Cheers.