Page 93 of Own the Eights Maybe Baby
He stared down at his bare feet. “We’re fine. Everything’s good. Can you reset Faby, and we can start over? Georgie and I are ready.”
He glanced at his exhausted wife. Usually, after a few hours of nesting, followed by an imaginative costume-inspired sexytimes session, she’d zonk out until eight or nine in the morning.
“I’m sorry, but Lenny and I can’t stay at the hospital,” Stu replied.
“We can be there in nine minutes,” he shot back as Georgie blinked her eyes, looking as if she might fall asleep while standing.
“We’ve got too much to do. It’s a big day for us and for you as well,” Stu answered.
“We do?” he replied. After all the excitement this morning, he could barely remember his name, let alone an appointment.
“Did you forget?” Lenny asked.
Jordan yawned, ready to crawl into bed alongside his wife. “We’ve had a very eventful morning already. Can you remind us?”
“You’ll need to bring your A game today. There are only a few hours until the Battle of the Births Gender Reveal challenge. The email of the location will go out in a few minutes.”
Jordan glanced at his punch-drunk pregnant wife, rocking side to side, half-asleep. “We’ll see you there,” he answered and ended the call.
Their A game?
He rubbed his bleary eyes. This challenge wasn’t going to be pretty. After the antics this morning, they’d be lucky to bring their X, Y, or even Z game.
