"I’m a woman. I get how we folk think. Has she?"
 
 "Yeah. But it’s not an issue. I’m excited, and I know Jagger will be too. And, that's what's important here. Not the ravings of a pissed-off ex."
 
 "If you say so."
 
 "Now. What’s it going to be? You must be starving now that you’re eating for two. A large pizza covered in pepperoni?"
 
 "Ugh! I think I’ll have a steak. The idea of a greasy pizza is making me feel a little green."
 
 "Wow! Okay. Ella is passing on pizza. This is a new one."
 
 "Trust me. No one is as shocked as I am."
 
 "Hey, Daddy. Can I have pepperoni on my pizza?" Jagger says as he flops down on his chair.
 
 "Sure, buddy."
 
 Ella and I share a brief glimpse of one another.
 
 "We have some news, big guy," I start.
 
 "Yeah?"
 
 "Yup. It’s a surprise, just for you."
 
 "What is it?"
 
 "You’re going to be a big brother, champ."
 
 Jagger’s eyes grow large as he takes in the news.
 
 "What?" he says with a huge grin on his face.
 
 "Uh-huh. Ella is having a baby, and it’s going to be your new brother or sister."
 
 I look across at Ella. She looks a little nervous, so I take hold of her hand and squeeze it gently.
 
 "Oh, neat! We can share my toys, and I’ll tell Dash to be nice to him."
 
 "It could be a girl, Jagger."
 
 "Nah, it’s going to be a boy. Can we call him Woody? Like in Toy Story. I like Woody."
 
 Jagger is talking at a hundred miles an hour. Neither Ella nor I can get a word in edgeways. What a jubilant reaction! I’m so pleased, and I know Ella is relieved.
 
 "Let’s wait until the baby is born before we choose a name, buddy. Okay?"
 
 "Okay."
 
 Jagger leaps off his chair and runs toward the playroom.
 
 "Hey, guys!" he yells as he gets closer to the other kids who are inside. "I’m getting a baby brother! Isn’t that cool?"
 
 "Oh, Lord, this better be a boy," Ella sighs.
 
 "Woody…I suppose it would be an accurate depiction. This baby was created thanks to a woody."
 
 "You’re terrible, Carter Moore," Ella laughs.