[…]“Isn’t Mommy pretty?”
Christian whispers inTed’s ear.Ted swats him away, more interested in Daddy’s BlackBerry. I giggle.
“You can’t get around him.”
“I know.”
Christian grins and kisses Ted’s hair.
“I can’t believe he’ll be two tomorrow.”
His tone is wistful. Reaching across,he spreads his hand over my bump.
“LET’S HAVE LOTS OF CHILDREN” he says.
“One more at least.” I grin, and he caresses my belly.
“How is my daughter?”
“She’s good. Asleep, I think.” […]