“No shit. I’d better. Good thing I did.” Frank’s smile reappeared. “But I’m sure it didn’t hurt that we’ve been trying ever since.”
“Who else knows?” I asked.
“It’s still so early,” Frank said, “and she’s nervous something could happen. But I’m sure by the end of today, everyone in this bar will know.”
“You’re going to be a dad.” I slapped his back and squeezed his shoulder.
“I figured if you could do it, anyone could,” he shot back.
We all laughed, raising our glasses. Then without a word being spoken, Frank and I stared expectantly at Nick, who threw one hand in the air.
“We’re not ready for kids yet, so stop giving me that look.”
“But you’re going to have kids, right?” I asked, realizing that none of us had ever talked about it. I’d always just assumed my brothers wanted the same things I did.
“Hell yes. I’ll help populate the world with little Fishers at some point. Just not now.”
His answer was good enough for me. “Here’s to all the little Fishers . . . the ones on the way and the ones yet to come.” I held my glass in the air, and
we all clanked them together before downing our shots.
Life was good, and it was just getting started.
The End