Page 105 of Power Move

“So… he’s a guy? I shouldn’t assume, I suppose?—”

“He’s a dude, yes,” I answered. “Make all the jokes you want to your girlfriend. I don’t want to hear about it.”

“I’m not going to poke fun, Eva. I’m just surprised you’d trust someone. That’s got to be a good sign.”

No thanks to you!She saw this as a way to alleviate her own guilt about dumping me in the middle of a miscarriage.

“When are you due?”

“January.”

“And your job?”

“They are understanding. You know Daphne will take care of me. She’s about to have her baby,” I said. “She gets it.”

“And her boss?”

“He doesn’t have a choice but to accept it.”

“Can I ask who he is?”

“Can I ask who she is?” I clapped back. I knew the answer was no.

She looked down. “Well, as long as you are happy and healthy, that’s what matters.”

I nodded. “Same.”

“I’m glad for you. Relieved, even. It’s selfish, but I know you wanted so badly to be a mum. Now, you will be. That is good, Eva.”

“Do you ever regret not being a mum?” I asked.

“No. But I knew you would. That was the issue, darling. Do you think it will work out with the dad?”

“I hope so,” I said. “He’s been there for every appointment. He did all this research and even made a labor and birth prep checklist. It’s annoying.”

“But sweet,” Mona giggled. “That’s adorable.”

I shrugged. “He was a bit of a man-child. I needed him to prove he was going to show up more than once or twice. And ever since what happened with Brooke, he’s been there for me.”

“So, you’re living with him?”

“Are you living with her?”

Mona sighed. “Do you have a comeback to everything, Eva?”

“Are we both attorneys?”

She snickered. “Your spark is back. Good for you. I hope it works out. I’m sorry about Carter. I wish I had better news, but I am glad I got to see you. You’re glowing. I hope the babies cook a long time and come out looking just like their mum.”

“Oh, we already have side profiles. They have my nose and his chin.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Good,” I said. “They’re beautiful. And even if they were hideous, I’d be head-over-heels, you know?”

Davey

“I am looking out the window and I have no idea where the navy Rolls is,” Eva sighed. “It’s pouring and I’m dressed to the nines. My hair will?—”