Page 75 of Second Chance Baby
“Can’t we just get her a fruit basket at the holidays? Minerva Masterson is a hell of a mouthful.”
“It does kind of have a ring.” She tapped her fingernail against her lips. “Though, hi, we can’t order a female child. What if he’s a boy?”
“Then we’d be spared. Time to search Doctor Google.”
“For what?”
“You know, they tell which positions and whatnot to do to up your chances of a certain sex. I will do the needed research to save the next generation.” While she stared dumbfounded at me, I grabbed my phone and had just typed in the search phrase when she sat up and pointed at me. “I actually don’t hate Minerva. We could call her Minnie.”
“And then the baby shower would be all Minnie Mouse.”
“Would that be so bad?” She pushed her wild blond hair out of her face. “Besides, I’m not doing something freaky to get a male child when you know those things are the worst kind of wives’ tale.”
“Freaky is in the eye of the beholder.” I rolled onto my side to face her. “Says the woman who starred in a lesbian movie.” I frowned. “Maybe they call them sapphic movies these days.”
“And how would you know that?”
I shrugged. “I might not be as up there in the echelon of models, but I’ve been on many sets over the years. You hear things. That’s neither here nor there. Your movie was hot as fucking hell, and I think we should watch it at least once a year. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.”
She covered her face with her hands then spread her fingers to peek at me. “You aren’t mad?”
I laughed. “Why would I be mad? You’re so talented and beautiful and a hell of a lot better actor than I am, that’s for sure.”
She dropped her hands. “You’ve acted?”
“Just in one random movie early on. Didn’t get any others after that. And the world is a better place for it. The important part is you’re all mine, regardless of what other movies you end up in.”
“Don’t worry about that one. I’m more interested in a far different role these days.”
“Which brings us back to naming a kid Minerva. I mean, I’m cool with it, though the freaky sex style they suggest is doggy style. Gives the male sperm better odds, apparently.”
“Are you making that up?”
“No.” I grabbed my phone. “Already bookmarked the page.”
She snorted. “Oh, I just bet.”
A knock sounded on the door. “Everyone decent?” Carrington called.
“Depends what you consider decent,” I called back.
At least I’d managed to put my boxers back on before going to sleep.
“Are your no-no bits covered?”
I lifted an eyebrow. “That’s a new phrase for her,” I muttered, checking under the covers to make sure Bridget was covered too. She was back wearing the pair of my old pajamas she’d thieved, so yes, indeed. “Yes, everything is covered.”
Carrington flung open the door and charged inside, all ready for school. “Yo, people, hello, I have to get going or I’m gonna be late.”
“Just think, in a few years you can drive yourself.”
“Over 5. That’s more than a few, lazy bones.” She cocked her head to study Bridget. “You’re still here.”
“I sure am. I’m not going anywhere.” She patted the space beside her on the bed. “Come sit with us.”
She crawled in between us and then crossed her legs. “What’s going on today? Dad has a suit hanging on the back of the door in the bathroom and he only wears a suit to weddings and funerals.”
“Nice.” I ruffled her hair. “Your mom and I have another shoot for Uncle Penn’s new girlfriend down at the lake.”