And I couldn’t stop my brain from thinking about the other baby—the one that would be here and living with us before the year was out.

Then on Sunday, Luca said, “We’ve got something to show you two.”

We were sitting at the dinner table having dessert when Luca went and got his wallet and pulled out a square piece of paper. He slid it across the table to Sam and me, and then reached for Anika’s hand.

It was a photo of a cloud at night.

There was blackness around the edges, and the fuzzy gray cloud in the middle, all swirling and unfocused.

When I looked up, Anika and Luca were smiling at me and still squeezing hands. And I stopped eating my ice cream, because I suddenly got a sinking feeling and brain freeze.

“What does this mean?” I asked.

Luca’s smile was so big. “It’s a boy!”

Then I realized what the photo was: not a cloud, but a baby! It was from an ultrasound, a scan to see inside Anika’s tummy.

“What’s it called?” Sam asked, and Anika shook her head.

“Well, what do you think we should call it?” she asked, looking between Sam and me and still squeezing Luca’s hand.

Sam swallowed a spoonful of ice cream, then spoke.

“I thought you said not to give it a name yet?”

Anika rubbed her belly with her free hand. “Not a proper name, no, but a nickname for now. Just so we can stop calling it ‘it.’”

Sam scooped more ice cream and seemed to take a long time thinking on this, and we all watched as he polished off the rest and then wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, adjusted his glasses, and declared he had no ideas.

Anika rolled her eyes and then poked her tongue out at him, and Sam did the same back. I couldn’t help but smile.

Then I cleared my throat and said, “Drumlin.”

Luca looked to me and smiled, “What’s that, Freddo?”

“Just something we learned about last year, but maybe it’s silly. . . .”

“Now, hold on! Drumlin, drumlin.” Anika said the word like she was trying it on for size. “What is it then?”

“Littlest ridge,” Sam said, and I turned to him, surprised. “They’re these little hills that show where glacial flow goes. . . .” He turned a little pink, like he was embarrassed. I was surprised that he’d remembered all that from class.

“Littlest ridge, I like that,” Anika said.

And then, like it was the most normal thing in the world, Luca placed his hand over her belly, the whole span of his hand covering the little bump underneath her T-shirt.

They smiled at each other and Anika said, “Meet Drumlin—a temporary name for a soon-to-be baby.”