Vincent
My breath catches in my throat, and for a moment, the world seems to stand still. A boy. Our son.
"Really?" Sarah chokes out, her grip on my hand tightening almost painfully. "A boy?"
"Definitely a boy," the doctor confirms with a smile, pointing to a specific area on the screen. "See right here? That's his...well, let's just say he's not shy about showing off."
A deep chuckle bubbles up from deep within me, breaking through the tension. "That's my boy."
Sarah rolls her eyes. "You know," she begins, casting a teasing glance at me, "I just hope our son doesn't inherit your grumpiness."
I snort. "Grumpy? Me?" I feign innocence, placing a hand on my chest in mock offense. "I'm as cheerful as a lark when I wake up."
"Sure, a lark with a severe case of bedhead and a desperate nee
