Her tired eyes soften as she looks up at me. “You were right,” she says.
The baby makes a little sucking noise, so faint I barely hear it, but I find myself attentive to every noise and move she makes.
Camryn goes on, “You said that I wouldn’t miscarry this time. You said that your tumor wasn’t going to come back. You said that everything would work out. And it did.” She glances at the baby for a moment, brushing her eyebrow with her finger, and then looks back up at me. “Thank you for being right.”
I stand up from the chair, take one side of her face and chin into my hand, and I raise her head so I can kiss her lips.
There’s a soft knock at the door and it opens slowly. My mom’s head peeks around the corner.
“Come on in,” I say, gesturing her inside.
The oversized door opens the rest of the way, and so many people walk into the room one after the other that I stop counting after Aidan and Michelle, who is five months pregnant.
There’s a lot of hugging going around, everybody wrapping their arms around my back but trying to get a glimpse of the baby at the same time.
“Congratulations, bro,” Aidan says, patting my back. “I had a feeling you’d have one before me.” He reaches over and rubs Michelle’s rounded belly. She playfully brushes his hand away and says something about how he better not stick his finger in her belly button again. Then she hugs me and makes her way to Camryn’s bedside.
“We’re having a boy,” Aidan says.
“Really?” I ask. “Awesome.”
The announcement gets Camryn’s attention too, but Michelle speaks up first.
“He doesn’t know that for sure,” she says. “He just thinks he knows.”
Camryn laughs lightly and says, “Take it from me, if a Parrish brother says he’s having a boy or a girl, he’s probably right.”
“All right, well we’ll see,” Michelle says, still not convinced.
I look at my brother, and I’ve seen his confident look before. Yeah, they’re definitely having a boy.
“Oh my God,” I hear Natalie say quietly from somewhere in the room, “the blanket is pink. Does that mean what I think it means?” She brings both hands up to her face, her ring-adorned fingers touching her lips. I’m actually surprised that she’s being so tame. Blake stands next to her, quiet as ever.
Camryn looks at me first and I give her the nod of approval and then she says to everybody, “Yes, this is our daughter.”
All of the women immediately migrate the rest of the way through the room and over to the bed. Camryn’s mom reaches out, first wanting to hold her, and Camryn covers her breast with her gown and carefully hands her over.
“Oh, she’s so beautiful, Camryn,” Nancy says harmoniously. Her bleached-blonde hair is fixed into a sloppy bun on the top of her head. Her eyes as blue as Camryn’s. They really do favor one another. “She’s perfect. My perfect little granddaughter.” Camryn’s stepdad, Roger, looks terrified standing against the wall by himself. I’m not sure if it’s because this kind of thing makes him uncomfortable or because he realizes he’s now married to a grandmother. I laugh inside.
Asher hugs me next. “If it would’ve been a boy, I would’ve been worried with having another one of you running around.” He grins and nudges me with his elbow.
“Yeah, well, just wait, little brother,” I say, sucking on my tooth, “you’re next in line, and another one of you is just as bad as another one of me.”
“I don’t know about that,” he counters.
“No, you’re right,” I say. “You have to have a girlfriend first to pull it off. I don’t think you have much to worry about as far as having any kids anytime soon.”
“Dude, I have a girlfriend,” he says.
“Who? Lara Croft? Or one of Luis Royo’s girls?” I laugh.
“Whatever, man,” he says, crossing his arms and shaking his head, but I know it’ll take a lot more to get under his skin than that. If I didn’t screw with him he’d think something was wrong with me.
“Uncle Asher,” I say, to make up for it anyway. “It has a nice ring to it.”
He nods contemplatively and says, “Yeah, I think it does, too.”
Nancy passes our daughter to my mom next. I’ve never seen her so proud before. She keeps looking over at me and then back at the baby, back and forth.
“She’s got your nose and your lips, Andrew,” my mom says.
“And Camryn’s hair and her lungs,” I point out.
Natalie is at the foot of the bed now and she’s fidgeting, her hands down in front of her. My mom notices how anxious she is to hold her, so she kisses her new granddaughter on the head and passes her to Natalie.
“I hope you washed your hands, Nat,” Camryn says from the bed.
“I did!” Natalie says, and then ignores Camryn and starts talking to my daughter even though she’s asleep, “Oh, you are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” her voice rises a little higher the more excited she gets. Then she looks up straight at Camryn and says with a serious face, “Oh my God, I want one.”
Blake’s eyes get huge, and I think he’s stopped breathing. When I look back at him a few minutes later, he’s already made his way to stand next to Roger against the wall.
Camryn’s aunt Brenda holds her next, and then one of her cousins. After Michelle holds her for a few minutes and gushes about how beautiful she is, she places her back in Camryn’s arms. I take the chair next to Camryn against the bed again.