Once we knew the baby was a boy, the house somehow got louder.
Jesse was the happiest out of all of us.
“I knew it,” he said, grinning widely. “This balances the gender gang.”
Romi snorted. “What gender gang?”
“Him,” Jesse replied, pointing at my stomach. “Me. Male energy.”
He was already planning things that made my heart ache in a good way– video games together, football in the yard, teaching him “boy stuff,” whatever that meant in Jesse’s head.
He admitted he’d been worried about the amount of ganging up that would happen if the baby had been a girl.
Romi, on the other hand, didn’t hide her disappointment very well.
“I wanted a girl,” she admitted, folding her arms. “Just a little.”
“But you still love him,” Jesse teased.
“I do,” she sighed. “I just wanted someone I could dre
