“Yeah.”
“I’m glad we visited,” she says.
“You are?”
“Minor freak-out, but I expected that.” She looks out of the window. “Now let’s focus on our baby.”
“We need to buy more stuff.”
She reaches over and places a hand on my forehead. “We? Are you feeling okay? Did you just say you wanted to come shopping with me?”
“Yeah, as long as it doesn’t last more than an hour.”
She smiles at me and pulls at her shirt, looking down. “I need new clothes. She’s getting bigger.”
We’re having a girl. With the news comes a new round of disagreement over names. I want her name to be unique and beautiful like she will be, but apparently my ideas of unique and beautiful don’t match Sky’s.
“Sure thing. We’ll go tomorrow.” I lift her hand to kiss it.
“Always tomorrow,” she whispers, and the world outside feels safe again.