“A boy,” Reinette smiled, placing a hand on her stomach. “He is healthy.”
“He.” Phillip repeated. “He. He. He.” He smiled even wider than he thought was possible. His face literally hurt from smiling, and he didn’t think that was actually possible. “He’s a he. He’s a healthy he. He.”
“You’re going to say that for the rest of the day, huh?” Reinette laughed, sitting down carefully on the couch, already exhausted from the doctor’s appointment.
“Well, why wouldn’t I? He’s a healthy he. And that’s something to keep saying.”
Reinette rolled her eyes. “Okay. Fair enough.”