Chapter Seven

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Ten months earlier

My Little Prince,

I know you're going to be so disappointed if I write letters to a little boy throughout this journey and it turns out you're a girl. But it won't matter to me, because I already love you in a way that I can't even describe. Your father and I haven't been to see a doctor yet, but we know. We don't need to see you swimming around inside me to know you are real. You. Are. Real!

Speaking of your father, let me tell you right off the bat how blessed and lucky we are to have him in our lives. I met your father in an elevator at a hospital here in Houston. I saw his eyes and immediately felt a connection. I have a strange feeling that you will have those very same eyes - honest and playful and the most amazing shade of green.

I know that you will be brilliant because you are your father's son. And I won't have to explain the math. I was already expecting you when your father and I married, only we didn't know it. We were on our honeymoon and I wasn't feeling well. I took a pregnancy test. Two tests, actually. I'm a left brain person and thus, a stickler for hard evidence. I'm sure none of this matters much to you but it might someday. I wouldn't be telling the whole story if I didn't mention how surprised and excited we were—and are!

You have only one living grandparent--my father, Harlan Haynes Parker. Everybody calls him Huck and he honestly has no idea how that nickname came about. He's a brilliant man and you are so lucky to have such a cool grandfather. He's what folks would call "an old hippie." He still lives on the same twenty acres outside of Austin in the house where I grew up. You're going to love it there! Get this--he was a professional motorcycle racer for years. Now that he's retired from racing, he designs and builds custom bikes, trains young racers, and travels all over the globe. He's still a pretty big deal in the racing world. He doesn't know about you yet. He's coming to visit us in a few weeks and your father and I will tell him then. I can teach you everything you need to know where he's concerned. I know all the right buttons to push to get exactly what you want from him. But you won't have to push hard because he's going to be crazy about you from the word go.

My mother, Daphne Davidson Parker, passed away when I was nine. She's the most beautiful person I've ever known. She was a free spirit, just like your Grandpa Huck. She left us much too soon but I know she loved me very much. For the first time in my life, I truly understand just how deep her love was for me because that's how I feel about you. Many times she told me that she loved me more than I would ever know. But now, because of you, I know. Without a doubt, I know.

Your father was raised by a man named Leo Silva—at least that's who he credits for his upbringing. Now there's a character. You'll learn loads from that man. He was everything to your father and still is. Your father grew up in the foster care system in Phoenix. He never knew his parents and was never adopted. He aged-out of the system and met your Uncle Leo in the parking lot of casino of all places. He became like a dad to your father and they've been best friends and partners in crime ever since. Leo has a heart of pure gold. I know there's nothing he wouldn't do for your father and me and for you. So really, when you think about it, it will be like having two grandfathers because Leo is family in his own way. He'll be the one to teach you to shoot craps, grille perfect baby back ribs, and take you to your first major league game. Like I said, he's quite a character.

What can I tell you about your father without writing an entire book? Falling in love with him was the easiest, most natural thing I've ever done in my life. Uncle Leo and I were patients in the same hospital and that's how we met. Leo had suffered an aneurysm and I was having a tumor removed from my spine. You're father nursed us both back to health. We actually met in a hospital elevator. We had a short conversation and I couldn't stop thinking about his eyes. Later, we ran into each other in the park across from the hospital and then not long after that, he asked me out to lunch. That was the beginning of our love story—one that's now brought you to us.

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