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Nolan Ross's parties are the stuff of legend, but even as he's in the middle of enjoying tonight's affair, surrounded by the Hamptons elite in their best cocktail frocks, Nolan freezes as at the name that appears on his phone. He'd forgotten that he's been waiting for this text forever, anticipating it, only to be distracted by this party. The name on the phone reads A. Ross. A message from Aiden. He taps it open immediately, and the words on the screen are enough to make tears spring to his eyes. It's a boy.
Nolan takes in shaky breath. "It's a boy!" he announces to everyone and no one in particular. Some of the strangers around him, enjoying his house and drinking his wine, look at him with their bemused smiles like he's a freak, but Nolan doesn't care because he just became an uncle. "Bring out the champagne!"
He locks himself in his bedroom, the only empty room in the house, and he calls her. "A boy!" he says, and he can hear her tired laugh, the emotion in her voice. He can hear how happy she is, even through the phone, and it makes him feel like his heart's going to burst. "His name is David Nolan," she says.
"David Nolan?" Nolan repeats, a little stunned, not sure if he heard right. "As in, first name David, second name Nolan?"
"Yes."
And then he hears the unmistakable sound of a newborn baby crying. "Do you hear him?" she asks.
Yes, his heart is about to burst. A minute later Nolan stands on his couch and announces that party is over. Everybody out. When the house is finally empty he books a flight. All his things are ready. (He's had two suitcases of baby clothes ready for months, one full of dresses, one full of sensible baby boy things, but obviously he'll only need one of the cases.) He can't wait to see how David Nolan will look in his new brightly colored chino pants, polo shirts, and sailor hats.
