We all flinch as Duke cheerfully bangs a spoon against a tin plate. Mouse, curled up in the toybox, lifts her head at her interrupted nap. I nod at Charlie and Ruby as I pour myself a glass of whiskey. “Y’all ready for that?” The surrogate they hired at the end of winter is four months pregnant. We can’t fucking wait. Another Montgomery. Ruby’s answering smile and her bright eyes say it all. “Oh, yes,” she chirps, pulling her hands to her heart. Charlie grins. “Can’t damn wait.” Ruby looks like she’s going to explode from happiness. Charlie, too.
