She looked up at him and smiled, luminous gray eyes overflowing with love and joy.

"Are we ready, Scott? Are we ready to be parents?"

“Of course we’re ready,” he assured her. "You’re going to be a great mother."

“The look on your face when I told you…” Delia gave a warm chuckle. “Which do you hope for?"

"Son or daughter, I’ll love it either way.” He kissed the tip of her pert nose. “I already do."