I detect a note of pride in her voice. It makes me feel like I’m eight f*****g feet tall.
I tell myself that I need to be deserving of that pride. I need to make sure she’s safe.
I will not repeat past mistakes.
I will not lose another wife.
I will not lose another child.
“You keep referring to the baby as he a ‘he’,” I point out. “Mother’s intuition again?”
She tilts her head as if she’s just now noticing that tendency. “No, it just comes out that way, I guess. I honestly have no idea what we’re having.” Then she gives me a sneaky side glance. “Do you have a preference?”
“My preference is for healthy,” I say truthfully. “Beyond that, I don’t care.”
She cups my face with both hands and stares at me for a long moment. I can see the optimism shining bright inside her.
The optimism t
