The night before discharge, Annabelle hardly slept a wink, folding and refolding the little clothes, packing and repacking the diaper bag.
"He's finally coming home," she whispered to her husband.
Layla lay in her bed. "Mommy, is my little brother really coming home?"
"Yes, princess, your brother is finally coming home," Annabelle hugged her daughter.
"I'm going to be the best big sister ever," she giggled with excitement.
"I am sure you are, sweetheart," Morgan said, holding her close.
"Daddy?" she asked.
"Yes, pumpkin," he responded.
"Can my brother sleep in my room?"
"No angel, he is very, very tiny still, so he will sleep in Mommy and Daddy's room. Then, when he is a little bigger, he will have his own room, but next door to you, okay!" Morgan explained.
"Okay, Daddy,
