“Hmm?” Kyle sighed. He didn’t want to move. He just wanted to lie on Aaliyah.
“I think…” She gasped. “Oh, wow.”
“What, Fatima?”
“You should get mom. She’s about to be a grandmother.”
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Faiza walked into Fatima’s bedroom. Her son sat on a chair next to Fatima’s bed, a bundle held in his arm. Fatima lounged on the bed, her face flushed, a happy smile on her lips. The bundle in Kyle’s arm shifted.
Joy beat in Faiza’s heart as she gazed at her grandchild.
Kyle looked up at her, a proud smile on his face. “It’s a boy.”
Faiza walked over, tears beading in her eyes. “May I?” She held out her hands.
Kyle nodded, handing over her grandson. She cradled the tiny baby, his skin dusky like his parents. A small hand clenched and unclenched, and Faiza reached out with her index finger, the infant grasping her digit.
“He’s beautiful.”
“We named him Kyle,” Fatima answered, “Kyle Unmei III.”
“After your father?” The tears flowed down Faiza’s cheeks.
Kyle nodded.
Faiza kissed her grandson’s forehead, sat down on her daughter’s bed, and sang her grandson a lullaby.
THE END