"A little boy, then?" Molly asked, putting a hand over her heart at the thump it gave. She'd had six boys, each decidedly different than the other--even the twins--and every one of them had been precious and dear. To think she was going to have a grandson...
Before she could stop herself, she said wistfully, "I wish there was a way we could see him and help you with him. Had you and Bill discussed any names?"