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“You been good?”
“Yes. Just wobbling around.”
“I see. Shit. I’m still trying to get over the fact you let this nigga knock you up. Was there a shortage of dick or something?”
“Lawe!” Milo barked.
“What?” He raised his hands.
“Chill.”
“No. There wasn’t, actually. I saw him as the best candidate. And wherever he’s involved, Lawe, there’s never a shortage of dick.”
His jaw fell as his eyes grew bigger. While he took time to readjust to the wrench I’d just thrown his way, I made my escape. This time, I was successful.
Milo returned as the waitress appeared, taking our orders and bringing out the orange juices we ordered just a few minutes later. When the food arrived, I dug in, immediately. It wasn’t until my mouth was stuffed that Milo discovered the words to fill the space between us.
“The birth plan. We’re sticking to it?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Good. I’ll take another look at it when I get home this evening. Is there anything in particular you want during your hospital stay that might not be in the plan? Meal prep? Delivery from a specific restaurant? Photographer? Videographer? Anything?”
“No. There’s nothing I can really think of. If you’d like a photographer, then I don’t mind that. My mother will have her camera and will take photos and record, I’m sure.”
“Cool. The less people, the better.”
“Yeah.”
“I want to ask you something that I don’t want you to answer right now. But I want you to think about. Whatever you decide, I’m cool with but I want to toss it out there, though.”
“What is it, Milo?”
“Coming to my home after the birth so that we share the responsibility for at least the first few weeks.”
“Milo, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Give it some thought. That’s all I’m saying. I’m not tripping, whatever you decide. I know you feel comfortable at your crib and that’s where you’ve planned to be since the beginning of this thing. I’m not trying to get in the way of that. I’m just making an eirenicon that you come home to me so that this is much easier for us both.”
“I understand and I’ll consider it.”
“That’s all I’m asking.”
“Have you decided on a middle name, yet?”
He’d been tasked with determining our son’s middle name. By the look on his face, I wasn’t convinced he had.
Shaking his head, he responded, “Nah. I haven’t.”
“I could make this much simpler for you.”
“How?”
“Maurice.”
His features tried their hardest to gather in the center of his face as he dropped his fork onto his plate. Questioning my choice without saying a single word, his crinkled brows and deflated chest exposed him. He tilted his head to one side and then to the other side. I watched as he cracked his knuckles, one by one. The habit still a part of his unnerving.
“Wh-Why’d you… Why Maurice?”
