MONICA.ONE YEAR LATER.“Roman, will you be careful?” I ask in an exasperated voice as Roman picks up our son from his crib and starts to raise him to the air like he’s some sort of a relic. “If that child gets shaken….”“Come on, he’s not a normal baby,” Roman reasons out, making faces. “Aren’t you, boy? Look at his eyes. Look at his legs. This one’s going to be a warrior!”“Yesterday, you said he’s going to be a smart bookish king when he recognized the word I was saying,” I point out, and Roman laughs.Things are amazing now. I gave birth to our baby half a year ago, and every day, he grows stronger. He grows bigger.He’s the light of our lives.Our little Gabriel.It was Roman’s idea to name him after the boy who sacrificed his life to save me, and it just felt so right.I watch Roman take Gabriel into his arms, dancing him around. It’s a view that I can get used to seeing every single day, but our baby is growing fast. I know that soon enough, he’s not even going to fit in Roman’s
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