“It’s a boy! Oh, Vera, it’s a boy,” I laugh and cry as I take the screaming infant from the midwife.

Turning to Vera, I smile brightly at her. She’s exhausted, her cheeks streaked with tears, but she’s smiling too.

Leaning forward, I gently place her son on her chest, staying close enough to help if she needs it. I’m worried for her; she looks so very weak right now.

Lloyd is allowed in and he’s instantly at her side, beaming with pride.

The joy in her voice is unmistakable as she whispers, “Welcome to the world, Henry Lloyd Roche.”