Page 26 of Bump in the Night
So, yes, he’s already asked this, even though he won’t find out about my pregnancy until today. Who says we have to make a big to-do about it? I mean, Dad, I know you’re detail-oriented, but how about we just play it byear?
If the doc wants to confirm the paternity, that’s fine. If she doesn’t mind not knowing, that’s fine, too. To be honest, I don’t really know what I’m getting into because you can never fully know – but I know John and Elliot will have my back, so I trust that it’ll beokay.
Is that naive? I don’t think it is. Maybe I’m wrong, and the universe is going to smack me on the forehead and say I rushed into things. Maybe the universe will wrap me up in a big hug and tell me that I finally have everything I’d ever wished for. What if the doctor judges us? To that, I say:What if she doesn’t?What if everything turns out perfectly, in every singleway?
Who is going to be in the room with you when the baby is delivered?I don’t know! Again, we’ll just have to figure it out. Anyway, we’re going to have more than one, so maybe we’ll just flip a coin to determine who goes first. Either way, John or Elliot will be there in the waiting room with you, Dad, so you know you’ll have a good friend nearby no matterwhat.
When I get to the front door and open it, my dad is standing there, smiling, with a big bouquet of yellowroses.
“Hey, Pumpkin,” he says. He steps inside and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “What did I tell you about answering the door without checking who itis?”
“But I did know who it was,” I say to him with a smile, “and anyway, everyone knows not to mess with John andElliot.”
I feel my men come up behind me, each putting a hand on myshoulder.
I take a deep breath and look up at each of them. Mymen.
The men I belongto.
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