“You have?” I asked.
“Yes. I was thinking maybe within a year or so when things calmed down with the bar and what not. And I was going to talk to you about moving, too. This kind of just speeds everything up a little bit, you know? And maybe that’s what we need. A good kick in the ass to get started.”
There was a soft knock on the bedroom door. We both looked at each other and grinned. “Do we tell him now?” I asked.
“Definitely,” Jo said, smiling. “Come on in, Sam!” She rolled off my lap and pulled the blankets over her lap.
Sam came in, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He dragged his teddy bear along behind him and climbed up on the bed from the very end. Then he crawled toward us to sit in between us like he sometimes liked to do.
“How did you sleep, bud?” I asked.
He nodded and yawned. “Good.”
Jo and I exchanged another excited look. She kissed Sam’s head. “We have more news for you, kiddo.”
He looked up, a little tiredness leaving his face, and smiled. “You do?”
Jo nodded. “Remember what you said in the truck yesterday after we picked you up from school?”
“That Johanna got me during tag?”
“No.” I chuckled. The kid had a one-track mind, like his dad. “About what people do after they get married.”
“Oh,” Sam said. “Yeah.”
“And what was it again?” Jo prompted.
“Uh, that they make babies?” Sam offered.
Jo nodded and then looked at me. Sam followed her gaze and looked up at me. It wasn’t clicking into place just yet. He looked back at his mother. “Are you guys going to have a baby after you get married?”
“Maybe sooner,” Jo said, and then she rubbed her tummy.
Sam’s eyes widened. His mouth worked soundlessly as his mind sorted everything out. An excited burst of laughter came out of him, and he hugged his mom, who rubbed his back.
“You’re going to be a big brother, kiddo,” she said. But she was looking at me.
I took a mental picture of Jo with her hair a mess. There were toothpaste stains on her sleep shirt. A bit of mascara was smudged under her right eye. Her engagement ring winked on her finger as she rubbed our son’s back.
Sam was smiling as he hugged her, and his hair was also a disaster. His pajamas were Spiderman, of course, and his feet were bare. I stared at his tiny toes and wondered in awe how tiny the toes would be of our new baby.
I gathered my family in my arms and pulled them into my lap to squeeze them tightly. Sam shrieked with laughter and tried to wriggle free. But I held him tightly and basked in the excitement coursing through me.
“I think it will be a girl,” Jo whispered.
And for some reason I couldn’t explain, I knew she was right.
The End
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