"What's his name?" I asked Dave and Chelsea.

"Precious," Chelsea said. She was beaming with joy, the love of motherhood shining in her eyes.

"It's really beautiful," I praised her baby.

"Who did it inherit from? It doesn't seem to be Chelsea's."

"Shut up, Dylan. Even though she looks more like his Papa, I'm sure that one hundred percent, my blood is the winner, that's why she's this beautiful. Isn't it?"

"Hmm, for now I'll agree." They laughed.

"But I'm really happy. It's a really ...