He slid his hand onto Riley’s bare abdomen. “I got to thinkin’ that a few years down the line, when yer older, what if that was our baby and I could feel it right here under my hand. Feel the life we’d created.” Riley’s eyes moistened. “Girl or boy?” “Doesn’t matter. If it’s a girl, we can name her after my gran. Her name was Emily Rose.” “Hmm…I like that. Maybe the boy could be Paul Arthur, like my dad.” “Yeah, that works. But that’s all the way down the line, isn’t it?” It might never come to pass.
