The next morning, as the sun painted the horizon with shades of orange and pink, it accompanied Leo's early morning chatter. His four-year-old excitement was sometimes overwhelming, but I couldn’t find it within me to ruin his enthusiasm.
As he continued to chatter away about his latest obsession with superheroes, I placed our cereal bowls on the table, setting a glass of juice by Leo’s and a cup of coffee by mine.
Leo looked up as I settled in my chair. "Momma?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep. "When’s baby coming?"
I took a sip of my coffee, the heat warming my hands. "Soon, buddy," I replied, smoothing down the wrinkles in my shirt. "Very soon."
"Can I name him?" he asked, his eyes wide with hope.
I chuckled. "We'll talk about that later, okay?"
Leo's face fell a little
