Daddy comes to an abrupt halt.
Grandpa opens his eyes.
Every single person in the room stands as Caison steps inside.
For a second, no one breathes.
Because the look on his face?
I’ve never seen anything like it.
He looks completely wrecked.
Exhausted.
His hair is a disaster, his shirt wrinkled, his eyes red-rimmed.
But his smile?
His smile is enormous, and he opens his arms wide.
“It’s a boy!” he yells.
The room explodes.
Shelby screams.
Charli starts jumping up and down.
I launch myself forward, and we all rush him at the same time.
Arms wrap around him from every direction.
He laughs breathlessly as we practically tackle him to the wall.
“A boy?” Shelby shouts.
“A baby boy with ten fingers, ten toes, and a healthy set of lungs!” he confirms.
“Oh my goodness,” Marcia, Caison’s mother, sobs.
Daddy stands frozen for a moment.
Then he strides forward and grabs Caison in a crushing hug.
“A grandson,” he says roughly.
Caison laughs. “Yes, sir.”
Grandpa slaps his knee triumphantly. “Finally, the good Lord came through.”
Grandma swats him. “Oh, hush.”
But she’s smiling through tears.
Imma Jean wipes her eyes dramatically. “A little cowboy,” she says.
“What’s his name?” I ask.
