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“Why not?” I asked.
“Becausesomebodyinsists on waiting until the baby is born to know the sex.” Gloria rolled her eyes and handed her son a box. “This is the only baby gift you can open.”
Donovan tore open the wrapping. “It’s no fun giving us all these presents and making us wait until January to open them.”
I leaned against him and rested my hand on my swollen belly. “Might not be that long. My due date is still ten days away but I feel like I’m ready to pop!”
Donovan finished unwrapping the gift and removed the lid on the box. “Baby clothes! What is this, a little chef outfit…”
Gloria gasped. “That’s the wrong gift! You’re not supposed to—”
Donovan held up the clothes. It was a onesie for a six-month-old, white like a chef uniform, with a hoodie that was shaped like a floppy chef hat. It was absolutely adorable, and my heart swelled with happiness at the sight.
And then I saw the words stitched onto the breast in blue thread:
CHEF’S SON
“Oh, for pete’s sake,” Herb mumbled. “I must have wrapped the wrong box…”
Donovan’s grey eyes were wide as he stared at the onesie. He lowered it and looked at his parents. “Son? I’m going to have a son?” He turned to me. “It’s a boy?”
I cringed and nodded slowly. “I’m so sorry the surprise was spoiled…”
Tears welled in his eyes and he suddenly hugged me fiercely. “A boy! I’m having a boy!”
“We’rehaving a boy,” I said.
“You’re not upset?” Gloria asked.
Donovan jumped up and hugged her. “Why would I be upset? I’m having a boy!” He hugged his dad next. “I’m going to have a son!”
“We’rehaving a son,” I corrected. “I guess now is a good time to tell you the name I settled on.”
He froze. “What name?”
I stood up on unsteady legs. Being pregnant was murder on my back. “I know it’s cliché to name children after the place they were conceived, but in this case I really like the idea of—”
“ROMAN!” Donovan suddenly blurted out. “I think that’s the perfect name!”
“Really? You think so?” I asked.
He hugged me and gave me a long kiss. “I know so. Roman Russo.”
I grinned. “I like the sound of that.”
“And you know what the best part of all this is?” he asked. “Now we don’t have to wait until the baby’s born to open this huge pile of presents!”
Gloria rolled her eyes and stood. “Who wants Russo Pie?”
Donovan and I laughed while opening all the baby gifts in front of the Christmas tree, both of us happier than we ever thought we could be.
