“He’s beautiful,” Trev said, tentatively touching the baby’s cheek.
Quint smiled proudly. “We know. Beautiful, handsome, cute, um…” He glanced at Clay, who was holding their son.
“Sweet, darling, adorable?” Clay kissed Jamie’s forehead.
“You do know,” Zack pointed out, “until he gets a little older, some people will think he might be a girl with that name.”
“Blame his mother.” Quint glanced fondly at Amanda’s niece, who was sitting a few feet away. “Wendy found it in some romance novel and insisted it had to be his.”
Wendy nodded. “My first gift to him. My second was giving him to you and Clay to adopt.”
Rory joined the small group at one end of the rooftop patio above Quint and Clay’s loft. “I can’t think of a better gift for everyone concerned. They’ll be great parents.”
“Thanks,”
