He came into the kitchen while she was seated at the table and said, "I've got to know."
She closed her book on her lap. "Are you sure?" she asked.
He nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I've just--I want us to be excited about this together."
"You're sure?"
He nodded again.
"Okay," she said, letting her smile come out of hiding. She eased herself up from the chair. "I got you something that I actually bought to give you whenever you asked. Or, if you didn't ask," she added, tiptoeing toward the closet, "I was just going to give it to you after." She took a bag from the lowest shelf, reached inside for its contents, and passed him his gift.
He studied the antique metal sign.
"I don't get it," he eventually admitted. "Are you telling me it's furry? Or crazy? Or..."
"Use your sense of humor," she told him.
He looked at the sign a while longer, until she finally saw the light break across his face. "Oh," he said, and then, "Oh," with a smile. "A boy," he whispered. "It's a boy."
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