“Yeah, I kind of like the idea of having a little girl to spoil,” Trevor admitted with a careless shrug. “I’ll even let you name her,” he offered magnanimously. “But if it’s a boy, then I’m naming him,” he said, shooting her a look of warning. It was the same one he’d shot her when she wanted to name Max, Percival so that she could call him Percy.
“Gee, that’s really generous of you,” Zoe said dryly.
“I know,” Trevor said, nodding solemnly, making her roll her eyes. The man was nothing if not arrogant. She watched as he yanked off his tee-shirt and tossed it in the hamper. A shower actually sounded like a pretty good idea, especially since she’d been wearing the same shirt for two days.
She looked down at her shirt and frowned. “Um, what happened to my Red Sox tee-shirt?” Zoe asked as she continued to glare down at Trevor’s favorite Yankees tee-shirt.
“Oh, we burned that.”
“You burned my shirt?” Zoe asked, sure that she’d misheard him. She loved that shirt. It was really cute with its bubbled lettering and cartoony baseball.
“Uh-huh, we even took a vote.”
“You voted to burn my shirt?”
“Yup.”
“Seriously?” she asked, wondering if he was kidding.
“It was a real family bonding moment. There were tears and hugs and everything.”
“But I loved that shirt. It was cute,” Zoe said, knowing that she was pouting, but she really couldn’t help it.
“That one’s cuter,” he said, pointing at the shirt that she was wearing.
“Not really.” And it wasn’t. There were no bubbly letters or cartoonish-like drawings on this shirt. It had a big Y over an equally big N. How exactly was that cute?
“Well, we’ll get the baby a few Yankees onesies and I’m sure you’ll at least find those cute,” he said, shoving his pants off.
“Actually, I was planning on getting this cute little pink Red Sox uniform that I saw-”
He practically growled, “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, but I really would.”
He narrowed his eyes on her. She knew that if she ever tried putting their babies in Red Sox gear that he’d spank her ass. She’d just have to dress the babies in cute Red Sox gear when he wasn’t around.
“Look,” she said, gesturing to the door, “I’m going to go now. I need to go home and figure some things out.”
“Like what?” he asked, chucking his boxers and making it kind of difficult to focus.
“Umm, things?” Zoe asked, admittedly distracted.
“Do they involve the baby?” he asked casually.
“Yes.”
“Okay,” Trevor nodded slowly. “We can discuss the baby in here,” he said, pulling back the shower curtain and gesturing for her to get in.
“Or we could just wait until later,” she said, taking a step towards the door.
“Either you strip out of that shirt and get your ass in there, Zoe, or I’m going to toss you in there. Your choice,” Trevor said firmly, probably thinking that she’d just do whatever he wanted, but he really should have known better.
“We’ll talk later,” Zoe said, turning her back on him and heading for the door only to find Trevor blocking her way. For a large man, he moved pretty quickly, she thought, backing up as he stalked towards her.
“Okay, fine. We’ll talk now,” she said quickly, knowing there was no choice in the matter.
“After you,” Trevor said, gesturing once again towards the shower.
