“Hey beautiful,” he signed to me.
They’d put together a crib for our baby boy who we’d already named Malcolm. But Jojo and Dex called him baby Rough.
“How’d I get so lucky to have the most talented family on earth?” I asked Jojo with my hands on my hips.
“Daddy!” Jojo answered. She ran to me for a hug and laid her head on my round belly.
“Hi baby Rough, we made you a bed so you don’t have to sleep in Mommy’s tummy,” she whispered to my stomach.
Dex stood and came over to join the hug. He put his arms around the two of us and kissed my temple as he pulled us in close.
We’d climbed the mountain and now we were on top of it. Our love was endless and me and Dex together—there was no stopping us.