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It was a lazy Sunday, and my laptop screen held my attention. A sudden burst of inspiration had hit me and I needed to write the ideas down, lest I forget them. Kieran raced his dump truck around the house like a madman. The house rumbled as he ran in awkward circles, laughing with delight at the fun. After about a half hour, he came to a stop in the kitchen and took a seat in the truck bed. Lost in thought, he rolled it back and forth over the tile.

“Mommy, do I have a sister?” He asked quietly, staring at the ceiling.

“Uh...no buddy, you don’t,” I replied, taken off guard by his random question.

“Why?”

“Because, you don’t,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“But why?” He whined, not satisfied with my answer.

“I don’t know,” I lied.

My heart was breaking. Until this year, my husband was adamant about only having one child. I finally convinced him when I had an abnormal pap smear. Because I had surgery a week following, I was advised to wait at least twelve to eighteen months before getting pregnant. All of a sudden, the timeline I had in my heart was changed against my will and it crushed me. Kieran was my rainbow baby, and though I cherished him, I did not want my story to end with him.

“Mommy?” He spoke quietly.

“Yes?”

“Can I have a sister?” His little blue eyes pleaded.

“Maybe,” I said, trying not to cry.

“Maybe later?” His voice perked.

“Maybe later.”

“Okay,” he smiled, running off with his truck.