“Blake’s gonna have a baby!”
“Congrats,” he laughed. “Not that I expected anything else, the way you two were going at it.”
“Excuse me, but I’m not the one who has twelve kids.”
“It’s not that many. It’s…”
I could practically see him counting in his head, which was just freaking hilarious.
“You know, it doesn’t matter how many I have.”
“Right,” Parker laughed.
“Christ, what is it now?” he muttered. “I gotta go. Sinner’s playing with knives.”
Laughing, Parker hung up the phone. “You know, maybe we should name our kid after one of them.”
“Yeah, like Cazzo or Tacos,” I laughed.
“Or maybe Whiskey.”
I frowned as I thought about it. “They had some pretty weird names.”
He nodded in agreement. “We could just stick with something normal like Michael.”
I grimaced at the name. Not that I didn’t like his name, but it was so plain. “We could, or we could go with something unique like Blake.”
“Well, unique for a girl. It’s hardly unique if it’s a boy.”
“And I suppose you think we should name a girl Michael to be unique?”
“Maybe Mikayla.”
“Or we could skip our names altogether and go with something totally out there like…Phineas.”
“Phineas?” he grimaced. “Are you kidding?”
“What’s wrong with Phineas?”
“Other than it’s weird as fuck?”
“Oh, and I suppose you have a better idea?”
“As a matter of fact, I do. What about Clover?”
I thought about it and agreed. “Yes, let’s name her after a patch of grass. That won’t be weird.”
“Isn’t it technically a weed?”
“I don’t know! You know, it’s too soon to think about this anyway. We don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl!”
“You’re right,” he sighed. “Let’s just table all baby name talks for now.”
I nodded in agreement and sipped my coffee, letting the silence string along for a good three minutes.
“Greer.”
“Agamemnon.”
