“I took a test this morning,” I tell him. “I missed a pill last month and then I tried to double up, but you know you and your swimmers.”
“They are Olympians,” he says of his sperm, and I laugh.
“Can you go and do your interviews so we can go and get something to eat?” I ask and then he gets down on his knees and kisses my stomach.
“Hey there, little one number two,” he says, “it’s me. Everyone calls me the Hollywood prince, but to you, I’m just Dad.”
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The end