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Speaking of miracles, Annabelle, who I’d thought was asleep, darted into the room and all but launched herself across the living room.
Titus had been gone for the last four days, and about four months ago, he’d started leaving Annabelle home with me while he went to his away games.
Annabelle and I both loved it.
Titus, not so much.
“Foster!” Annabelle cried as she came barreling through the throng of people taking up the couches. “Look what I got!”
My uncle’s eyes immediately ripped away from me and focused on our girl.
Today was the day that we celebrated the life we were about to bring into the world.
My baby shower had gone off without a hitch, and now all that was left to do was pack up the gifts and go home.
Only, I was way too tired to leave right now.
“Annabelle, show me!” My Uncle Foster, who’d stayed to help get gifts into the car, ordered as he held out his hands for her.
Annabelle grinned and scrambled up into his lap, uncaring about his prosthesis, unlike our first visit with him.
When they’d met, Annabelle hadn’t been too sure about the prosthesis on his leg, but she’d been overly curious about it. By the end of the night, Foster was wrapped around her little finger, and there was no going back.
“Give me my baby, douchebag!” Dad yelled as he came into the room.
I ducked my head to hide my smile.
I knew that even if things hadn’t worked out between Titus and I, they’d have been forever with Dad and Annabelle. They’d fallen in love the moment they saw each other and had been thick as thieves ever since.
Though she did love my other uncles, they weren’t her ‘Papa.’ Her ‘Papa’ who would give her absolutely anything.
“It’s handcuffs!” she cried out and scrambled out of Foster’s lap to abandon him for Dad. “And a pink baton!”
Mom grinned as she came out of the kitchen carrying bags so full of crap that I knew we’d be picking up little pieces of it for days.
“I couldn’t resist,” she said as she held out the rest of what constituted a child’s police belt. “She just loved it so much. I couldn’t say no to that sweet voice. And I didn’t want new baby sister to get all the fun stuff today. So we had to get her a little something.”
The little girl in question must’ve done some sort of back flip inside of me or something, because my entire belly rippled and contorted.
“Whoa,” Titus laughed as he felt it.
“Swear to Christ,” I pushed her down to get her out of my rib cage. “She does this all the time when she hears my mom’s voice. It’s like she’s her favorite person or something.”
She’d been doing it all week, actually. I’d spent the majority of the week with Annabelle and my mom, painting the bedroom for the baby.
Well, I hadn’t been painting it.
The workers had been painting it.
I’d just sat there and looked pretty.
“So, the Super Bowl, huh?” Mom asked Titus.
Titus was already nodding his head, a wicked grin on his face.
“I just hope the baby waits until I’m done playing to come out.”
Famous last words.
