“We do?” Theo looked confused, and I put it down to a sleepless night and the shock of learning of his friend’s death. He was usually more on the ball.
“Yeah, we do, babe,” Matheson said.
“Oh!” The light dawned. “We do. Congratulations, Vince! Uh…”
I sighed. I could see he was dying to ask how it had happened, but another glance at the kid and he didn’t say anything.
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way—”
The kid had been staring at the baby. “Why is his name Baby Bear?”
“It isn’t really. We just call him that.”
“Why?”
“Well, you see…” Theo looked relieved to change the subject, and he leaped at the opportunity to explain to someone who was unfamiliar with how their baby got his nickname. “That’s because I’m Poppa Bear, Wills is Daddy Bear, and this cutie patootie is just right!”
The kid—my kid—laughed.