Hank nods slowly. “We're going to finally know what she's having.”
I glance at him. “You act like we haven’t known for nine months she’s having a baby.”
“You know what I mean,” he says, rolling his eyes.
Doc leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Alright. Bets.”
“Bets?” I ask.
“Boy or girl,” he says
Hank doesn’t hesitate. “Boy.”
I shake my head. “Girl.”
“What makes you think that?” Hank asks.
I shrug and take another sip of my beer. I know when I tell them they’re going to call me an idiot, but I do it anyway.
“I was watching this fucking movie one night when I couldn’t sleep,” I say. “And they checked the sex with a wedding ring.”
Hank stifles a laugh while Doc raises an eyebrow.
“The hell are you talking about?” bursts from Hank’s mouth.
“You hang a wedding ring on a string over the stomach,” I explain. “If it swings one way, it's a boy. The other way it's a girl.”
“You're not married,” Doc reminds him. “So where did you get a ring?”
“I know,” I say. “But only because she said she refused to marry only one of us and not the others. So I may have gone and bought a fake one so I could find out.”
Hank snorts into his beer.
Doc rubs his face like he regrets ever asking.
“Your logic is terrifying.”
I grin. Because it makes perfect sense to me. I just improvised.
“Hey,” Hanks says, clearing his throat. “You ever heard of a push gift?”
“A what?” I ask. “Why?”
Hank scratches the back of his neck. “Arizona asked if we were getting her one.”
“So, what is it?” I ask, truly oblivious to what the hell he's talking about.
Hank shrugs helplessly. “That’s the thing. She didn’t tell me. She just said to figure it out.”
I stare at him. “You're kidding.”
“Nope. And she said we better do it,” he adds.
“It’s what a man gives to his child’s mother for giving birth,” Doc explains. “Typically something she's been wanting.”
Hank whistles under his breath. I lean back in my chair and stare up at the darkening sky.
“Fuck. We’re screwed. Vee never wants anything.” I blow out a breath of defeat.
