“I hate math, and I know that number is very small.” Mia got up.
“I love math,” Tess said with a laugh. “I also love Math.”
“Very cute. Inappropriate, but cute,” Amanda said, still looking at the tests.
“I thought so. And not to take anything away from Mandy and whatever this is, but I got engaged yesterday.” Tess held up her hand and showed off her sparkling diamond.
“Really, Tess, you could have waited until my crisis is over.”
“Your crises never end. You just have to tell him. If he doesn’t believe you, Math will kill him. Now that we are engaged, I can tell him to do anything. It’s a known fact.” Tess laughed as the other two looked at her ring.
Mia looked away from the ring to Amanda. “My god, you two. Between you both, I will never get Mom off my back. Math had a baby and is engaged, Mandy had two kids in one year. Two! How am I going to compete with that? There is no way I can compete with that.” She laid her head on the table, careful to avoid the pregnancy tests.
Ruth grabbed a garbage can and went to the table for the pregnancy tests. “Tess is right; don’t drag it around with you forever. You’ll keep putting it off. Remember how you do that? Or do I have to introduce you to your son.”
“Fine, I will go do it, but I think I need to borrow some shoes. I don’t think those will make it across the street.” She pointed at her once comfy slippers. They were a total loss.
“You can borrow my shoes, but only if you’re going to tell him.” Ruth went into her bedroom to get her some shoes.
“Everyone says yes, so I’m doing it.” She tried to fake a smile but failed. What an emotional day. “But on the plus side, if he stays, I will get a few months of pregnancy hormone sex. I kind of miss it.”
“It’s a nice side effect,” Ruth agreed with her.
“I miss it too,” Tess complained.
Mia’s head finally came off the table. “Really? Pregnancy sex and a guy to go with it. You guys get everything.”
CHAPTER27
It had beenover an hour since Amanda had rushed out of the apartment, leaving Hue alone with the baby for the first time ever. And he was killing it. The baby was sleeping and had a new diaper on.
Unfortunately, when he woke up, he would be starving, and that was one thing Hue didn’t have. Food. He would just have to call her then and admit defeat. But until then, he was killing it.
Part of him wondered what was so important at Ruth’s to have her leave in her pajamas, but the other part of him was happy she trusted him with the baby. No matter what she wore to visit her friends. Laying the boy in his crib that was currently in the dining room, he looked around at the stuffed-full apartment. One-bedroom apartments were not made for two people and a baby.
Today, he would have to bring up the subject of finding a place together—a bigger place. So far, he had put it off so that she could settle in, but she should be settled in by now. With all the baby stuff, he still had all his stuff in his apartment—there wasn’t even room for his clothes.
Once they had that conversation, they had to talk about what David had told him. And that he had basically confirmed with his ex-wife that he could have kids. Though he didn’t a 100% believe them, maybe 85%. But it was enough that they would have to decide what to do about protection. At least since they’d gotten home with the baby, they hadn’t had time or energy for needing protection, but he was hoping soon. Very soon.
By the time she stormed back in the door, the baby was still sleeping, and he was picking up miscellaneous laundry lying around the house. It was like the baby shed clothes from one end to the other. All without the ability to do anything for himself. Though she slammed into the apartment, she quietly turned around and shut the door behind her, instantly spying the sleeping baby.
Thankfully, she didn’t wake the baby. But she did have different shoes on than when she had left. These were a pair of nice black boots, but she had left in her house slippers. Which she didn’t seem to notice on the way out.
“How was Ruth?” he asked her as she kicked off the boots by the door.
“Everybody was good,” she said, still facing the wall and kicking the shoes, moving them so they were on the rug she kept there.
“Everybody?” he asked, and she stopped moving the boots.
He was sure he knew who everybody was, but why had she seen them all, he had no clue.
Shoes in place, she whipped around and said, “We have to talk.”
“Yes, we do,” he said, maybe a little too happily. She was bringing it up.
“You first.” She glanced at the baby.
“We need a bigger place.” He waved his hand at the room between them.