"Thank God it's going to be a boy. We'll be building armored tanks and chasing each other in the backyard in no time." Tony laid the package of crackers in a cubby hole in the headboard and crawled close to the two of them like Sophie wanted, "There, all snuggled in." His hand went immediately to Remy's belly where he rubbed gently in circles. "Mini-me is coming along nicely. And can I just say how very, very excited I am to see him someday?"
While Tony wasn't looking, Sophie grabbed at his longish hair and tugged. "Daddy's hair is like Mommy's."
"Hey now, it's not that long," he frowned. "Mommy likes it that way, doesn't she?"