Chapter 52

But Erik saw the soft look in his eyes, and knew better.

“You know I would,” Andreas said gently. “If it meant that much to you, I’d let you take mine. If it was really agitating you, I’d even change mine. So if you want to find a whole new one, for our family? You go ahead.”

“But no Smiths?”

“No Smiths.” 17

The holiday was perfect.

The sound of Spanish all around him, the heat of the sun beating down upon his skin, the feeling of warmth sinking in bone-deep not just from the weather, but from Erik’s growing confidence and glee in hefting Beatriz around, and the soft tinges of Spanish pronunciations beginning to seep into her baby-babble.

There was a word coming any day now, and Andreas couldn’t wait.