Brandon
“Oh, Sis, he’s beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Sarah smiles.
She’s tired; I can see it. It may have been a quick labor, but it was hard on her. Raine was with Sarah, and Jenna just about made it before the little man appeared. I sat outside the room, talking to my mother on the phone. Benton had managed to call my parents when Sarah first realized she was in labor four hours ago. They should be here any moment to meet their grandson, their first biological grandchild.
“He looks just like Ben, don’t you think?”
“Yeah,” I chuckle. I look down at my little nephew while everyone else chats with Benton. He’s the proud father. He has every right to be. But I get the feeling my little sister is trying not to cry.
Why would she be sad right now?
“Sarah?” I say her name softly while handing
