Page 125 of Possessive Mafia Vows

“What shall we call him?” Kyle’s eyes are gleaming.

I was so convinced that the baby would be a girl, I haven’t given boy’s names much consideration. I finish the last slice of toast on the tray in front of me and wash it down with a mouthful of lukewarm tea. I’m still ravenous.

“I like Skye,” we both say at the same time.

We both blink and chuckle in unison.

“Skye?” In sync a second time.

I don’t even know where the name came from, but now that it’s out there, it feels perfect.

I lay back against the pillows and watch my husband and son. With baby Skye delivered safely and the midwives giving us some space to be a family, I replay today’s events in my head. I poke about until I uncover the snippets of vague conversations that have been itching away at the back of my mind.

“Victoria said that you left New York earlier than planned.”

Kyle peers at me, and I can visualize him dragging himself back to reality, to a world that only exists outside of this fresh tiny bubble we’ve found ourselves in. “I’m glad I did. I can’t believe this little one decided to come a month early.”

He’s going to be an amazing dad. I already know that they’ll be inseparable: my boys.

“Where did you have to go?” I ask.

His smile lights up his face. Kyle stands, settles the baby gently in my arms, kisses the tip of Skye’s nose, and then pulls out a small plain keyring holding two silver keys from his pocket.

“The keys to our new house.”

My eyes flicker back and forth between Kyle and the keyring dangling from his index finger. “New house?”

“Our son is Irish.” Kyle shrugs. “I figured we should make a home here for him. Permanently, if that’s what you want.”

My chest is filled with so much love right now, I feel like I could explode. What did I ever do to deserve such a perfect life?

“It is.” I lean closer to Kyle and kiss him on the lips. “I have everything I ever wanted right here.”

“Me too.”

Gazing at the beautiful baby boy in my arms, it occurs to me that we all guessed the wrong gender: me, Victoria, Moira, even Emily.

Emily!

I remember now. Something she said to me on the phone when I was in labor. Something about getting married. I must’ve been delirious with the pain; everyone will laugh when I tell them that’s what I thought I heard.

Kyle perches on the side of the bed and takes a selfie of the three of us to send to his mom. He types the caption:My perfect family.