Page 90 of Falling Together

“All I’m saying is it’s not going to make a difference if it’s a boy or girl. Besides, what if they’re wrong?”

I set my fork down, nearly done with dinner, and clasp my hands under my chin. “How many times does that actually happen?”

“Enough for it to be a thought in my mind. What if it’s a girl and we buy all this girl stuff and they get here and it turns out that it’s a boy?”

“Okay, I think you’re thinking way too much into this,” I say. “I want to find out. Can’t you just give me this one?”

He leans over the table, eyeing me. “What do I get in return if I give you this?”

“Is this how you’re going to play it?” I quirk a brow at him, mirroring his position.

“Okay, you two are being weird,” Luke says. “I’m going to go look.”

“Wait, no!”

I try to grab his arm, but it’s too late. He’s in the kitchen opening the envelope and reading what’s written on it. “Huh, okay.”

“Huh, okay good or huh, okay bad?” I ask, spinning in my seat to look at him.

“I don’t know. You guys haven’t decided if you want to know yet.”

I look at Grant and he smiles at me. “Go ahead and tell her; it’s fine. I don’t want you holding it over our heads that you know what we’re having and we don’t.”

Luke goes to say, but I cut him off. “Wait. Do I really want to know? I mean, I’m convinced it’s a boy, but what if it’s not a boy and it’s a girl and I’m actually disappointed?”

Grant reaches across the table and squeezes my hand. “Trust me, you’ll be happy either way. Besides, if it’s a boy, we know what to do.”

“Good. Because it’s a boy,” Luke says.

“It’s a boy?” I squeal, covering my mouth because my voice is suddenly shrieky and high-pitched. “We’re really having a boy?”

Luke nods.

“I guess we’ll be getting Luke a big brother shirt then.” Grant laughs.

“Dad,” Luke groans. “I am never going to wear one. Don’t bother.”

“Fine. But I am definitely getting a little brother onesie and I want you to smile for a picture.”

He rolls his eyes, but in all actuality, he’s smiling.

“Oh my gosh. We’re having a boy.”

Grant smiles at me. Tears well in his eyes. “Luke, why don’t you finish your dinner downstairs? Give us a minute to digest this news.”

“Whatever. Can I go get ready for the movie?” Luke drops a kiss on my cheek before he goes. “I’m happy you’re having a boy. I want a baby brother.”

“Thanks, Luke.”

“Thanks, bud,” Grant calls after him.

Standing, I walk around the table. A stupid happy grin splits Grant’s face as he pulls me down onto his lap. His hand covers my belly.

“Are you happy it’s a boy?” I ask.

“Fuck, yes, I am,” he says, kissing me. “Honestly, I never thought I’d have another kid, and to be fair, I kind of know what I’m doing with a boy. It makes me less nervous.”

“Do you actually know what you’re doing?” I jest.