If a man's character is to be abused there's nobody like a relative to do the business.
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.