Chapter 13

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He laughed. And started crying. “I don’t think so,” he whimpered. “It’s not supposed to be like this.”

“What do you mean? You have all the parts.” I reached and patted the swell of his stomach. “You’ve obviously grown a very healthy baby. It’s all perfectly natural, dude; give yourself a break.” A sentence that I’m not sure I could have constructed an hour prior just fell out of my mouth. “Having a baby doesn’t make you any less of a man.”

“It’s not that,” he moaned. “I mean, that’s had its moments, but no; I’ve come to grips with the whole biology thing. It’s just, my sister, her boyfriend, their doctor—we had this whole plan. Which involved a bunch of medical professionals and an epidural, I might add. And did not involve me squirting my insides all over some cute guy and ruining a hotel bed.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“That’s his takeaway,” he muttered, as if to an imaginary audience.

“But I think you’re super-hot, too…”