“We’ll have to come back in January to carve in one more initial.” Adam’s gaze slides to mine. “One more?” “Mhmm. When we’re a family of five.” I shrug. “Or eight, I guess, including the animals.” “Family of…” He trails off, ticking off each of us on his fingers as he counts beneath his breath. Lily gasps, and Adam’s eyes snap to my stomach when she places her hand there. “I know it’s a little earlier than we planned, and you had high hopes for a spring or summer baby so you could be off with us, but it looks like we made a—” “A winter baby.” His
