The nurse stepped away, and Magda, Maggie as she now preferred, stood in the door with a brother on either side. His parents hovered in the doorway, giving the children time to meet their new brother.
Maggie's hair, longer these days, was gathered in a ponytail trailing over her shoulder like her mother. Barbies a thing of the past, Maggie now focused on basketball and boys.
She plowed forward, dragging her little brothers along. "Wow! Mom, he's so cool! He looks like Travis, don'cha think, Dad?"
"Hey!" Travis furrowed a serious little brow just like his mama's. "I don't got a funny face or a pointy head."
"Pwetty baby!" John Grayson catapulted forward, Gray catching his middle son before he tripped over his shoelaces. This one kept them on their toes, all motion, smiles and a song on his lips before he spoke his first words.
Gray reached to pull Maggie into the circle, the child who'd brought them all together, and waved his parents in. Sometimes he thought life just couldn't get any better. And then, the next day, he found out it most certainly could.
Lori's honey-warm eyes met his as their family gathered around them, and he couldn't believe he'd ever doubted.
She gave a contented-mother's sigh. "You know that bit about never stargazing again?"
Gray gave her his best bad-boy grin. "You didn't mean a word of it."
Lori laughed that great husky laugh that still rolled right into him, dive bombing his senses.
"Not for a minute, flyboy!"