“Is it weird that I’m afraid to tell Papa?”
We’d never told him about the previous pregnancy, so he never even knew we’d lost a baby. But we vowed that if it happened again, we would share it with him, because he seemed to have a direct line to the man upstairs, and Eddie’s prayers meant a lot to Rana.
“He’s gonna be ecstatic.” I smiled. “Actually, he’s gonna make a damn good live-in babysitter, too.” There was something I’d wanted to ask her. “Hey, if it’s a boy, I was thinking of the name Brandon. B for Beverly, R for Rana and then Landon…Brandon. Do you like it?”
“I love that. It’s brilliant. I think it has to be Brandon if it’s a boy.”
“Unfortunately, Lana is already taken if it’s a girl.”
She belted out in laughter. “That, it is.”
I rubbed her stomach. “If she’s a girl, we’ll have to come up with a name for our daughter that’s as beautiful and exotic as her mother.”
“What were you rushing in here to tell me anyway?”
“Oh.” I reached for the Rubik’s Cube that I’d left on the sink. “I did it. I matched all the colors. But it seems pretty insignificant now.”
“It’s a sign.” She took it and smiled. “Things are finally going our way.”
Life definitely wasn’t perfect. But there were moments in time that absolutely were. And this was one of them.
In many ways, our story was a lot like the Rubik’s Cube—colorful and complicated. It took years to work it out, but then suddenly like magic, on a random Sunday, everything all came together.