After 3 Boys, We Gave Up Our Dream of a Daughter—Then My Husband Called Me to the Hospital and Said, “There’s a Baby Here”
“I stopped hoping you’d get pregnant again.”
“Good.”
“I never stopped imagining a daughter.”
I looked toward the door leading into the house.
Maya’s baby monitor sat on a small shelf.
A green light glowed.
“Neither did I.”
Marcus stepped closer.