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I grin and bend down to kiss her lips. “I sure did, baby.”
Her smile grows, if that’s even possible. “Our son is the best player on the team.”
Laughing, I bring my finger to my lips. “Shh… You don’t want the other parents to hear you say that.”
Her eyes dart around, seeing the rest of the parents gathering their belongings, not paying a lick of attention to us. She shrugs. “Well, it’s true.”
I chuckle and sling the straps of both of our chairs over my shoulder. I lightly drape my other arm around her shoulders, tugging her closer.
“Wonder what sport this one will like?” I muse, dropping my eyes to her swelling stomach. “Baseball? Basketball?”
Luna lovingly pats her belly. “Nope. This one’s a girl. She’s doing gymnastics. Isn’t that, right, sweet girl?” She looks down at her stomach.
“That’s a little premature, isn’t it?”
Luna is seven months pregnant. With Brandon, we opted to find out the sex of the baby. With the new nugget, we wanted it to be a surprise.
Luna lifts her head and her eyes, so full of love, meet mine. “I don’t know why, but I just know this one is a girl.”
“You know, I have the same feeling,” Rachel inserts, overhearing our conversation. “I knew when I was pregnant with you that you were a girl before we found out.”
Mom and daughter smile at each other.
“I, for one, hope it’s another boy,” Kian states. “Not sure how I’ll do with another girl around. The first one nearly drove me insane at times.”
“That’s not nice,” Luna complains good-naturedly. “I was a sweet angel, and you know it.”
Kian snorts. “A sweet angel?” he asks, his eyebrows raised. “How about the time you painted,” he holds up his hands in air quotes, “happy little trees all over the living room wall?”
A huff leaves Luna’s lips. “I was only doing what Bob Ross told me to do.”
“And he told you to paint on the walls?”
“He told me to paint happy trees because they’ll make me happy seeing them, and they did.”
Kian laughs, grabbing Luna’s chin to tip her head back so he can kiss her forehead. “Well, I wasn’t happy having to repaint the living room.” He steps back, a thoughtful look forming on his face. “Actually, you know what? I hope you do have a girl. Rachel and I can gift her Bob Ross DVDs.”
Luna’s eyes narrow on her dad. “You wouldn’t dare.”
We all laugh.
“Mom! Dad!”
We all turn just as Brandon comes running up, a big smile stretching across his sweaty face.
“You kicked butt out there today.” Luna says, stepping out of my arms to hug our son. “I’m so proud of you!”
“I could tell. You were louder than all the other moms and dads.”
Luna laughs and lets him go. I raise my hand up and Brandon claps his palm against it. “Good job, son.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
He receives congratulations from Kian and Rachel next.
“Who’s ready for some pizza?” I ask as we all move toward the parking lot.
“Me!” Brandon yells, kicking the soccer ball he always brings with him to every game. “And ice cream after, right?”
