Page 91 of Dr. Sexypants

Yeah, I’d kind of forgotten about that.

“Aw, man. How are your and Katelyn’s kids going to even compare?”

Rob gave a dismissive, “Pffft. Katelyn’s always been the favorite, and I’m Irish. Our kids are golden.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Conor’s half-Protestant; your kids will be all set.”

“Dude! You better not let Granny O’Brien hear you say that!”

I chuckled and told him I’d talk to him later.

It wasn’t until after I hung up that I realized the fucker had tricked me into agreeing to go, and I hadn’t even noticed.

****

Kristy

It was Friday evening, and Lainey and I were making croissants for the weekend crowd.

“What are you doing after this?” she asked as she buttered the dough after situating it on the pan.

“I don’t know. Maybe going home and watching a movie. What about you?”

“Adam’s working, so probably the same.” She stuck the pan in the oven and bemoaned, “God, when did we become so lame? We’re not even twenty-five! It’s Friday night, for fuck’s sake! We should be out somewhere!”

“Well… we became lame about this time last year, when you found out you were pregnant.”

She winced and sheepishly replied, “I kind of ruined your senior year, huh?”

“Not even a little. I’d partied enough my first three years in college to last for four. And we got little man in the process.”

She smiled at the mention of Conor.

“I can’t believe he’s already six months old.”

“At this rate, he’ll be starting kindergarten before you know it.”

“You shut your mouth, Kristy Marie Blanchard!”

I laughed in response. “Don’t worry, you’ll have Baby Number Two—my godchild—to cuddle when Conor gets too big.”

“Aw, I hope he never gets too big to cuddle his mom.”

“I notice you didn’t correct me about Baby Number Two.”

“I mean, I hope Adam and I have more kids. But we’re not in a rush, and I know he’d rather we be married before we start trying. Besides, that’ll give you time to get back together with Justin and get knocked up, then we can raise our kids together.”

I choked on air.

“Considering I haven’t even asked him out yet, I think you’re getting ahead of yourself.”

“But you’re going to, right?”

I nodded. “I think I’m ready. But I’m going to need more therapy before you start talking about me getting knocked up.”

“Okay, fine. We’ve got time. When are you going to ask him?”

“I thought I’d talk to him at the party after the baptism. He’s going, right?”