Page 69 of The Moment You Know

David lifted his glass of beer and drank the last of his Big Cock. “None taken.”

Evan grabbed another bottle of beer—this time a Tactical Nuclear Penguin—and popped the top. Then he traded out the dirty glass for a clean one and slid both over to David before settling back against the bar, arms folded across his chest.

David examined the bottle for a moment before tilting the glass and pouring the beer. “So why do you think she wants one, then?” he asked. “Since you’re a woman and a mother and have valuable insight?”

“Well, in my honest opinion—and please hear me out all the way before calling me a raging bitch, because pregnancy hormones are no joke—”

“No, they’re not,” Evan agreed quickly.

Evelyn picked up a wet bar towel and snapped Evan’s arm with it.

“Damn it, Ev, we’re not kids anymore,” he complained with a hiss, grabbing his arm.

Evelyn set the towel down and turned back to David. “There must be something in it for Ashley, for her to want another baby. I don’t know her very well and that’s because I kind of don’t want to, but I know enough to think her reason for wanting another one isn’t because she loves kids.” Her eyes narrowed. “Who potty-trained Jacob?”

The abrupt change in subject had David blinking for a second. “Me. But Ash said I should do it because he’s a boy. And because I’m a boy. So it would be easier for me to show him how to, you know …”

“Hold his little penis?”

“Jesus,” Evan muttered.

“I was going to say aim,” David said. “But close enough.”

“Ashley’s full of shit. I have a boy and Curtis and I both potty-trained him. For Christ’s sake, using Ashley’s logic, boys raised by single mothers across the world would never get potty-trained.”

David shrugged. “I didn’t say what she said made sense.”

Evelyn leaned across the bar. “Who reads bedtime stories to Jacob?”

“Mostly me.”

“Who bathes Jacob?”

“Mostly me.”

“Who takes him to preschool?”

“Mostly me.”

“Who plays with him?”

“Mostly me.”

“Who watches Disney movies over and over with him?”

“Mostly me.”

“You’re a saint, David. Not when it comes to your son, but when it comes to that woman you’re with. All of those things that you ‘mostly’ do, are things Curtis and I do equally.” Evelyn straightened up and exhaled loudly. “You need to seriously ask her why she wants a second child before having one, because as hands-off as she is now, she’s not going to magically transform into a doting mom if she pops out another one. More than likely, if she does pop out another one, you’ll be ‘mostly’ taking care of two kids. Trust me on this.”

There was a moment of silence, then Evelyn was off and running again. “Can I ask how Jacob came about?”

David gave her a bland look. “You mean, besides the usual way?”

“Yes.” She rested a hand on her stomach. “I do understand how women get pregnant.”

After a pause, David said, “Jacob was an accident.”

“Are you sure?”

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