His joy eased the small panic in my chest. If Oliver could accept that I was having another child, everything would be fine.

"We can't control that, sweetie," I said softly. "It's a fifty-fifty chance whether it's a boy or a girl."

"No! It's going to be a girl, Mom. I'm getting a sister because I want one, and I always get what I want." Oliver declared with complete conviction.

It was crazy how much he looked like Logan in that ...