"I'm going to be a big brother! I'm going to be a big brother!"
Adrien's voice was a joyful siren echoing through the master suite.
He was practically vibrating, his small feet thumping against the plush carpet as he did a victory lap around the bed. The news of the pregnancy had transformed him from a quiet, observant child into a whirlwind of excitement.
Kieran sat on the edge of our massive bed, a rare, genuine chuckle vibrating in his chest. In his hands, he held a piece of crinkled paper—Adrien's latest masterpiece. It was a classic "stick-man" drawing: three figures standing hand-in-hand under a yellow sun.
"Is this me?" Kieran asked, pointing to the tallest, somewhat jagged stick figure with a lopsided crown.
"Yes! And that's Mommy," Adrien chirped, pointing to the figure with long, loopy hair. "But wait! I forgot! I have to add the new one!"
He gasped, his eyes widening in realization. "I have to go get my crayons! I need to draw the sister!"
