"Praise be to God.” Words of praise kept flowing from his lips. Alternately, he kept kissing me and Emil.
"You're going to have a sibling, Sweetheart. You'll be a big brother," he said to the child whose eyes were still blinking sleepily.
"Why are you so happy?" I asked, a bit puzzled.
As far as I remember, even during Emil's pregnancy, his expression wasn't this joyful.
"Of course!" he replied briefly. The smile at the corner of his lips seemed unwilling to fade, showing profound happiness.
"Didn't feel like this during Emil's pregnancy?"
"Who says? I really love Emil."
"Yes. I know you love Emil a lot. It's just that when I told you I was pregnant, you weren't this overjoyed."
He looked at me tenderly, then gently stroked my head.
"One Emil can bind our love tightly, reuniting t
