Her lips spread into a giant smile, the same smile she gave me four years ago when she told me she was pregnant.
“Are you sure?” My heart thumps in my chest as I wait for her to answer.
“Yeah.”
“Sure, about what, Mommy?” Mason asks.
“That you’re going to be a big brother.” Skye’s eyes are filled with tears.
Standing, I grab my wife in my arms.
“Thank you,” I whisper against her lips.
“For what?”
“For giving me a family. For giving me a home. For being my past and my future.”