GIA

My eyes remain locked on the look of pure wonderment on Reed’s face. He pulled out his phone and began reading off a catalog of questions I’ve never even thought of, and whenever the doctor began talking technically, Reed asked him to slow down while he made further notes to research later.

“And this here is the baby’s head.” The doctor points to the monitor.

“I think our baby is going to be a genius.” Reed grins. “A real fucking genius, .” His face is alight with happiness.

A giggle bubbles inside me, but I keep it locked down. “How’d you come to that conclusion?”

“The baby’s head is pretty big.” He winces. “That’s going to hurt.” Then he leans forward and kisses my bump. “Don’t hurt your momma, little one.”

My heart swells at his gentle tone and endearment.

“Would you like to know the sex?” the doctor asks, his eyes darting from mine to Reed’s.

I lift a shoulder and look at Reed. “You decide.”

Reed looks like all his Christmases came all at once, and his body practically vibrates with excitement. Honestly, his enthusiasm is incredible to witness. “Absolutely.” He grins back.

The doctor clears his throat. “Congratulations. You’re having a little boy.”

Reed blows out a deep breath, and my giggle erupts. Then he turns to face me, his eyes swimming with unshed tears. “This is the best moment in my entire life. Thank you, .”

I narrow my eyes. “Just don’t let me down.”

He swallows thickly. “I won’t. I promise.”

“Promises can be broken, Reed,” I whisper, knowing how true that is, especially after Jaxon broke his promise to be with me for the rest of our lives.

“You’re my family now, . You and our boys.” His words hold truth in them and sincerity pours from his eyes as I seek reassurance in them.

“Family,” I murmur.