"Baby," Noah whispered against her belly.
"That's right sweet boy. Baby… you're gonna be a big brother, like Dickie and Eli. Can you say brother?"
"Bwuffa," he said, looking up to her with a big smile.
"Soon," she cooed, brushing back his freshly cut hair that made him look like the toddler he now was.
"Do you remember her name?" She asked.
"Gwacey Wivia" he smiled, sitting back and nuzzling into her side, one hand resting protectively on her eight-month belly.
From the kitchen, Elliot watched with tears in his eyes and peace in his heart.
Life was damn good.