Kian
I read the message over and over, looking at the picture Serena attached. I have a son.
I'm smiling and pacing the living area of my parents' cottage. My mom is crying tears of joy, while my dad is beaming from ear to ear, holding my mother tightly.
"Oh, goddess," my mom sniffles. I can't take my eyes off the picture of my son. There's so much emotion inside me right now.
"God, Kian, congratulations!" Davon beams, still admiring the picture I'm holding.
The boy is dressed in a blue romper and matching hat, peacefully sleeping on his side with his arms tucked beneath his cheek.
"Another generation of the Karson line! Congratulations, my friend," Wei says as he clinks glasses with my father and General Wilson.
"He looks like you. What a shame!" Mason jokes, and I playfully push
