Raven’s eyes come to mine. “So, tell us, Uncle Bro. Was the sonogram right?” I step closer, staring down at the perfect little baby in her arms, and choke back the emotion threatening to escape. I pull a second stuffed wolf from the box and lay it against her arm. She inhales a choppy breath and I lean down, kissing her temple. I breathe through a smile. “Yeah, it was right,” I whisper, holding her eyes. “You did good, RaeRae. He’s perfect.”
