My mother sold our childhood home and moved into my old house.

Between Brenda and Mom, the kids can come and go as they please.

“We need to tell her she’s going to be a grandma again,” she whispers to me.

I look over at my wife, who has given me everything. Placing my hand on her still flat stomach, I hold her and the child we created, thanking God for sending me my angel.

The End