“What?” Leo said.
“Angels falling for their souls and what happens to them. Can they have babies?”
He laughed. “Fallen angel, what a cliché.”
“Yeah, I know. Just tell me though.”
“No, I’ve never heard of anything like that.”
“I got to go.” I threw some cash on the bar and waved to Han.
He smiled and waved back.
“Bye,” Leo called but didn’t turn around. “Good luck with all that cosmic shit you’re fucking with.”
“Asshole,” I said under my breath.
I texted Evey.
Me:B home n 5
Evey:Can you get me some Cherry Garcia?
Ice cream cravings already? That was a good sign.
Me:Of course!
When I came in holding a pint of Evey’s favorite ice cream, she was smiling and as happy as ever. “There’s my prince,” she said.
“I have a feeling that anyone holding a pint of Cherry Garcia would be your prince.”
“Not true,” she sang. “Have you been drinking?”
“Yes, but I know my limit now.”
“Good.” She kissed my nose while she took the ice cream from my hand.
“Can I lick this off of you?” I asked.
“Best idea you’ve had, husband.”
Things finally felt right again. I was licking ice cream off of Evey’s thighs, and heaven was here on Earth. I was sure of that.
I COULDN’T BELIEVEthat Lucian was searching Want Ads for a job. He was lying next to me in our bed, circling ads and laughing at how overqualified he was.
“This one says, ‘Must be bilingual.’ Should I put on my résumé that I speak seventeen languages?”
“Don’t be arrogant. People don’t like arrogant.”
He rolled over and kissed my tummy. “Hello, baby.” He looked up at me. “Should we find out if it’s a boy or a girl?”
“We can find out at the next ultrasound.” So far, everything was coming along perfectly. We were pregnant with an actual baby, as far as the doctor could tell.
He yawned. “Are you tired?”
“Yeah, but not that tired. It’s only seven,” I said.
“Mm, I can’t wait to meet you,” he said to my stomach.
