“Sure. You good, baby? Why don’t we drive you in.”
“Don’t be silly,” he said. “I love taking the streetcar. It helps clear my mind.” He leaned in and kissed me gently, but there was need behind it. “You guys are going to pick me up this afternoon and we’re going to eat Cuban food until our bellies burst, right, Miles?”
“Yes siree, Daddy Coopy!”
Cooper kissed Miles on top of his head, kissed Miranda’s cheek, and then he grabbed his shoulder bag. He reached the door and turned to face me.
“I’m blessed. Every day with you. So blessed.”
“I love you so much, baby.”
He winked, waved, and was out the door.
“Am I going to have another sister?”
My head whipped around to see Miles shaking the 8 Ball.