Page 66 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
“I don’t. But when I saw you enter the warehouse with a doll, I put Hans on spy duty.”
“Aren’t you with clients?” Jordan asked, looking equally relieved.
“We left them with the dildo guy. They’ll be fine,” Cornelia said with a wave of her hand.
“You two look wonderful! How was Fiji?” the kind Hans asked.
Cornelia whipped off her dark glasses. “Hans! How can you ask about Fiji? Georgiana, are you pregnant?”
Cornelia Lieblingsschatz did not beat around the bush.
“Yes, I am. What tipped you off?” she answered.
Cornelia’s gaze dropped to Faby. “I had a hunch there was some baby business near the Denver Wedding Underground.”
She glanced at the baby doll in her arms. “Are you thinking of expanding and adding parent training to the Denver Wedding Frau empire?”
Cornelia and Hans looked at each other, then broke out into mad giggles.
Cornelia gasped. “We wouldn’t touch parenting prep with a ten-foot pole. Who’s running your classes? The Music Men or Natural Birth Nadine? Those are Denver’s hottest pre-baby planners.”
“Lenny and Stu, the music men,” Jordan answered.
“You’re lucky,” Cornelia replied.
“What do you mean by that?” Georgie asked.
“A few years back, Hans and I almost worked with an expectant couple who wanted to get married, but they were already with Nadine.”
Georgie frowned. “You didn’t help plan a couple’s wedding because they were expecting?”
“Of course, we plan weddings for expectant clients all the time. Hans and I don’t discriminate. We’re very modern in our thinking,” Cornelia replied.
“Well, then what was wrong with the Natural Nadine couple?” Jordan pressed.
Cornelia shuddered. “Natural Birth Nadine doesn’t allow her clients to shave or use deodorant for the duration of their pregnancy. She insists on a complete caveman and cavewoman experience. The smell is atrocious.”
Hans grimaced. “We tried working with the couple, but the poor dildo guy fainted from the odor.”
Now, there’s something you don’t hear every day.
“Okay, we’ll be sure to steer clear of any Nadine,” Jordan replied.
“Your families must be so happy,” Hans said, shifting gears.
“Yes, they are. My dad can’t wait to become a grandfather,” Jordan answered.
“And your mother? I imagine she and Howard are over the moon with joy,” Cornelia pressed.
Georgie shifted Faby. “Yeah…well…I’m sure they will be.”
The frau pegged her with her sharp wedding planner gaze. “You haven’t told them?”
“They’re out of the country at a spiritual retreat in India,” she replied like a teen making a half-assed excuse after getting caught breaking curfew.
“Really?” Cornelia said with an amused grin. “Looks like you have me to thank for that.”
Georgie chuckled. “She takes her psychic gifts seriously.”
“You should tell them, Georgie,” Hans added gently.
“But not while holding that creepy doll,” Cornelia answered when a phone resting in the car’s center console pinged.
Hans glanced at the cell. “It’s the dildo guy. We need to get back. Congratulations, you two!”
Cornelia lowered her sunglasses. “Tell your mother soon, Georgiana.”
“Will do!” she replied with her beauty queen smile stretched across her face, then crossed her fingers behind her back like a disobedient child.
