You and Carlos were overjoyed — it had been a week since you’d received the news you’d been hoping for: you were pregnant again. It was everything you both dreamed of, a new addition to your little family. Your son, Mateo, would be turning 3 in just a few weeks, and even though he was still mastering his words, he often babbled about wanting a little brother. The thought of telling him the news filled you with excitement and warmth.

Now, you sat together as a family at the country club Mateo adored, surrounded by the familiar hum of laughter and activity. Mateo’s energy was at full throttle, his tiny legs swinging back and forth as he sat at the lunch table, his wide eyes darting toward the pool he so desperately wanted to dive into. The two of you were holding him at the table for now, a plan silently agreed upon to make this moment memorable. This wasn’t just any lunch — it was the moment you’d tell Mateo he was going to have a sibling.

“Mateo, mi amor…” you began, reaching out to still his wriggling hands as he eagerly glanced at the water. His bright eyes flicked up to meet yours, curiosity brimming but only partially masking his impatience.

Carlos leaned in, resting a steadying hand on Mateo’s shoulder, his expression soft. “Listen, little man. This is important.” he said, his voice warm and soothing.

With a small pout, Mateo shifted his focus from the pool to the two of you, though it was clear he was humoring you. “What?” he mumbled, his words blending with babbled sounds about toys and swimming.

Carlos chuckled and said. “You remember how you’ve been asking for a little brother?”

Mateo nodded enthusiastically, his little head bobbing up and down as he grinned. His babbles grew louder, a mix of excitement and incomprehensible words.

“Well…” you continued, unable to keep the smile off your face. “you’re going to be a big brother very soon.”