His smile got bigger as he leaned in and kissed her forehead and started wiping the tears falling from her eyes. “Yeah it is, Win. Looks like the little champ is doing well huh? I’m gonna have to tell Mom. She’s going to be excited. She’s already carrying around one of those little pictures I sent her of him.”
Humming, distracted with her hands on her belly, mesmerized by the dancing beneath her skin, Winona barely heard him. She leaned into his touch though, and her voice was breezy when she spoke.
“I think I want to name him Benjamin.”












