Or maybe Luna Mischief.
“Because,” she adds, “if you do then we’ll get to be neighbors and plot all the books.”
Lainey shakes her head, but she’s laughing as she says, “This isn’t me agreeing.” A beat. “But I admit that would be a freaking blast.”
A tug at my pants has me looking down and accepting a block that Ollie solemnly passes me.
“Should I add it to the top?” I ask.
Another nod, albeit this one is determined.
Who knew I’d be able to understand a language made more of head tilts and less of words?
But I don’t focus on that or the fact that I’ve enjoyed these last few minutes with Ollie a whole freaking lot?—
I place the block, hold my breath as the tower wavers, steadies…
Collapses.
“Sorry, bud. I broke it.”
He pats my arm comfortingly.
“That’s okay, Leo,” he lisps. “Now you get to build something new.”
Twenty-Seven
Harper
Exhaustion is nibbling at my toes by the time the door to the waiting room opens and Aiden comes out.
His family arrived not long before and they hop to their feet, rushing over.
“Is Luna okay?”
“Is the baby okay?”
“Is it a boy or a girl?”
“How much does he weigh?”
“How many fingers does she have?”
“How’s Luna feeling?”
The flurry of questions eventually subsides and then Aiden says, “It’s a girl. And her name is Reese Eloise.”
“Oh, that’s beautiful,” Aiden’s mom says.
It really is.
And—I press my hand to my belly—it reminds me that Leo and I need to get thinking about names.
“I’m kind of partial to Skye for a girl, myself,” he murmurs, as though plucking the thought from my brain.
My heart skips a beat, but I keep my tone even. “I thought you thought we were having a boy.”
“We are.” A shrug. “But it’s good to be prepared for any and all possibilities, remember?”
