Sutter shrugged. “Baton Rouge has an art and science museum. The planetarium seems interesting.”
Of course, Sutter had done research on the hometown of the man who helped create his sibling. Despite my son’s claims, I worried Sutter secretly wished for a father figure. His biological dad would likely always be a mystery. Intellectually, Sutter might be okay with that fact. But he was still a little boy who wanted what others had.
“I’m sorry,” I said and wrapped him in my arms. “I should have done better for you.”
“Don’t start,” Sutter grumbled and tried to push me off. “Grandpa warned that you’d get emotional while pregnant.”
“I want you to be happy.”
Sutter looked up at me with his gray eyes. He was the most beautiful creature in the world. I couldn’t imagine loving anyone more.
“Iamhappy,” he said with utter sincerity.
I kissed the top of his head and exhaled deeply. “I worry I messed up by getting pregnant.”
“You got pregnant with me in the same way.”
“Yeah, but I got lucky with you. What if this baby is an orangutan?”
“I don’t think that’s a real concern you should be having.”
“No, but Zodiac makes me feel weak and dumb. I worry the baby will get screwed somehow. He’s already going to be the dumbest of my kids. What if he turns out weird because of his dad?”
“He might be smarter than me.”
“That seems unlikely.”
“True, but it is possible,” Sutter insisted.
“What if he’s weird?”
“We’ll love him like we would if he were normal.”
Smothering Sutter with kisses, I decided to focus on my good life rather than how Zodiac made me feel.
That plan fell apart as soon as a smirking Zodiac strutted into my house wearing black jeans, riding boots, and a pale blue, short-sleeved, button-up shirt revealing his tatted chest.
“I’ve put a boy into your belly,” he immediately announced as he strolled to the kitchen, where I prepped dinner. “I want you to name him Megatron.”
“No Family Guy references,” I replied and looked to my dad for help.
Ford glanced back at me. “It’s not a bad name.”
“It’d be shortened to Meg.”
“No, we could call him Tron.”
“He’s a Decepticon.”
“Sutter Cane is named after a guy that brought about a Lovecraftian apocalypse,” Ford replied and then shrugged. “I’m just saying don’t rule out the name yet.”
“Fine. I’ll consider the name Wilbur Megatron Reed for my next son,” I muttered and headed for the hallway. “But I have to pee right now. Don’t wait up.”
My attempt to flee was almost immediately stopped by Zodiac, who used his long, muscular legs to catch up and block me.
“I own your womb,” Zodiac said, wearing a seductive grin. “We need to put down a few rules until my critter claws its way out of your belly.”
“At most, you’re renting my womb. None of this would have happened if we weren’t two whores who hooked up for a one-minute train wreck.”
