We were lying in bed. Josh was reading over something he had written, and I was reading a book. The tv droned on lightly in the background, reporting the local news.

"Josh?" I ask, looking over at him. He puts his notebook down.

"What?"

"I think this is my last baby."

"Okay."

I blinked. "Okay?"

"I feel blessed to be falling asleep every night with you by my side. And twice blessed with Zara," he put his hand on my baby bump, "Thrice blessed with this little one."

I smiled at him.

"I love you."

"And I you, Sam."