Chapter 1 - The Blue Onesie in the Box
Grant and I had been together for nine years, and in that time we'd built the kind of family I used to dream about when I was a girl.
Three daughters. All ours. Grant adored them with a fierceness that still caught me off guard sometimes — the way he could carry all three at once, the way he learned to braid hair off a YouTube video because our oldest asked him to.
But he'd always wanted a boy in the mix too. He never made it into a big thing, never made the girls feel like they weren't enough. It came out in small ways. He'd talk about teaching a son to cast a fishing line. About having a kid who'd hand him wrenches while he was under the sink. About the watch his father gave him before he passed, and who he'd hand it down to one day.
So when the test came back positive on baby number four, Grant lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
We told each other the same thing we'd told each other three times before — that all we really wanted was a healthy baby, and the rest didn't matter. We agreed we wouldn't find out the sex until we were close to the due date. Maybe not even then.
That lasted about five months.
I couldn't stand it. At a checkup in my second trimester, when Grant had stepped out to take a work call, I asked the doctor to write it down and tell me alone.
A boy.
I sat in the parking lot afterward and cried with my hands over my mouth. Not because I'd wanted a boy more than another girl — I hadn't — but because I knew what it would mean to Grant. I knew the exact look that would cross his face.
I wanted to give it to him right. Not blurt it out over dinner. So I called Bianca Powell, the photographer who'd shot our middle daughter's birthday party, and booked a family session in our backyard. I bought matching outfits — soft pink for me and the girls, pale blue for Grant. And I found a tiny blue onesie, folded it into a gift box, and tied the ribbon three times until it sat exactly flat.
Grant thought we were just getting new family pictures. He complained about the color of his shirt and then let it go. Somehow I held the secret all the way through the shoot — through the posed ones and the silly ones and the one where our youngest wouldn't stop pulling up grass.
Then Bianca said she wanted one last frame.
I handed Grant the box.
"What's this?" he asked, half smiling.
"Just open it."
He lifted the lid. He pulled out the little blue onesie and held it up by the shoulders. He looked at it for a second. Then his eyes went to my stomach.
"It's a boy," I said. I could barely get the words out. "We're finally having a son."
I'd pictured this moment for weeks. I thought he'd grab me. I thought he'd laugh, or maybe get choked up the way he did at each of the girls' births.
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Instead his smile just… dissolved.
He stared at me for a long few seconds before he said anything, and what came out of his mouth left me too stunned to answer.
