I’m holding a little baby dressed as a purple dragon. Lockheed. Only this baby…his eyes are so, so blue. I glance up at Donnelly. He looks over at me. “You alright?” His eyes. I glance down. The baby’s eyes. “Luna?” I eat air, until I manage to blurt out, “Do we have a baby?” “What?” He’s frozen-faced, only his eyes growing. Those blue eyes. “Do we have a baby together?”
