The Next Mrs Russo

“Okay, don’t be upset,” I warn, doing my best to look contrite. “I know we agreed to wait, but I found out we’re having a boy.”

“When?” Warren frowns in confusion. “I’ve gone with you to every doctor’s appointment. When would you have—wait,” he interrupts himself with a laugh. “Did the pet psychic tell you that?”

“No! Don’t be ridiculous.” I shake my head, because we made an agreement I was going to lay off taking advice from the pet psychic after an unfortunate incident in which Gary declined to wear a tiny baseball cap that she swore he wanted. “I found the most amazing tarot card reader…”