“One final shot,” the photographer announced. “Something special, I hear.”
That was the last moment all afternoon when Wesley looked completely happy.
That was my cue.
My hands trembled as I reached into my bag.
I pulled out the small gift box wrapped in silver paper.
I handed it to Wesley.
“What is this?” he asked, still smiling.
“Just open it.”
I pulled out the small gift box wrapped in silver paper.
He turned the box over in his hands, curious.
Our eldest daughter leaned in close, watching him.
He lifted the lid slowly and pushed aside the tissue paper.
Then he pulled out the tiny blue outfit, holding it up in the fading light.
I waited for the joy.
But the smile that had been on Wesley’s face moments before drained away completely.
He pulled out the tiny blue outfit
His fingers went still.
His eyes traveled from the little clothes to my stomach, then back again.
“It’s a boy,” I said, barely containing myself. “We’re finally having a son.”
“A son…”
He glanced over at his father.
For a moment, he looked afraid.
“We’re finally having a son.”
“Wesley?” I whispered.
He glanced at the girls, then back at me, his voice low and tight.
“Tell me you didn’t tell the girls I wanted this.”
The words hit me like cold water.
“Wh-what?”
“Please,” he said. “Tell me you didn’t.”
The words hit me like cold water.
