Two years later...

I stand in the living room, watching the snow come down. The Christmas lights outside illuminate the big flakes fluttering to the ground.

"He's out," Mufasa says, coming up behind me and wrapping an arm around me, resting his hand on my new baby bump. I swear it popped out overnight. Mufasa is loving it.

Tomorrow is Christmas. The whole family will be here to celebrate with us. We'll get to tell them we're having a little girl this time. It's been hard to keep my mouth shut. Mufasa's mom and I have become close. She's everything a mom should be. If she pushed one more time,...