Unfortunately, we missed the prom, only because our son arrived an hour before the festivities. It was a long labor, but when I held him in my arms for the first time, all of the pain, the agony, and my profanity were pretty much forgotten. At least on my part. Bryce, on the other hand, would probably never look at me the same after the names I’d called him.
“He looks like you,” I said, staring at his scrunched up face.
“Damn right. He’s a handsome little dude,” said Bryce, sitting next to me by the bed. “What did you expect?”
“I guess I should expect cockiness and a little attitude when he’s older, too?”
“Don’t forget impulsive and stubborn,” he replied with a smirk. “Just like mom.”
“Crap, we’re in trouble, aren’t we?”
“Was there ever a doubt after seeing the plus sign?”
I giggled
