“Because you didn’t want a baby shower. I told you this would happen.”
“I didn’t see the point,” she admits while staring out the window. “We have everything from Amelia and Ava. The bonus of having all girls.”
“Speaking of all girls…”
She shakes her head almost immediately. “If this is about trying for a boy, I swear to God I will cut your dick off right now.”
A fake smile spreads across my face. “Pleasant. No, it’s about school. Have you thought more about Amelia attending an all-girls school?”
“Look, you don’t understand how a young girl's mind works. Take boys out of the equation, and all they can think about is boys.”
“That makes no sense,” I chastise.
“Yes, because you’re a man. Your brain works differently. So, to answer your question, I think Amelia will thrive in a co-ed school.”
We drive onto our property as I pull up next to the front door. It’s a warm summer's day, typical Californian weather. The sun is shining brightly, burning my skin as I step out of our SUV. I quickly move around to the passenger side to assist Charlotte. When she’s safely out, I unbuckle the carrier and gently remove Addison from the car.
“How are we able to produce such perfect-looking little girls?” I ask, beguiled by the tiny little face sleeping so peacefully. “I think she’ll definitely have your eyes.”
Charlotte snorts. “My boring brown ones against your emerald? Fat chance.”
Before we enter, I hold Charlotte back. “Remember to act surprised.”
“Yes, sir.”
My spare hand reaches out for the door as everyone yells surprise! Charlotte slaps her hands on her cheeks, forcing a shocked face.
“What in the world,” she exclaims.
Eric draws his brows, then crosses his arms with pouting lips. “You knew! That was the worst fake face ever.”
“Well, I just pushed a baby out of my vagina. What do you want from me?” Charlotte complains.
Everyone moves closer to gather around us, trying to catch a glimpse of Addison.
“She's beautiful,” Mom says, wiping a proud lonesome tear from her face.
Dad places his hand on my shoulder. “Good work, son.”
Adriana is quick to pull a face. “Good work, son? Lex did nothing. The last I heard he didn’t suddenly grow a uterus.”
“Technically…” Eric begins with, “Mr. Winkle needed to drop his tinkle to make a baby, so…”
“Who is Mr. Winkle?” Amelia asks loudly.
I shoot an annoyed stare at Eric.
“Sweetheart, would you like to meet your sister?” I ask to distract Amelia.
My knees crouch so I’m at Amelia and Ava’s height. Amelia looks less than pleased that another child will fight her for attention.
“She’s fine, so about Mr. Winkle?” Amelia drags, uninterested in the baby.
Charlotte moves closer to Amelia. “You know, being the biggest sister can be a lot of fun too.”
“How?”
“Well, for starters, you’re going to be the first to do a lot of things.”