“Whoa.” Wade holds up a hand. “Let’s unpack this a bit. First of all, if you did give Zoe the pre-born children, you’re still the father. These little people, they already exist, Max. You can’t remove your biological responsibility to them. So even if they’re raised in this lesbian household, you’re going to be on the hook for child support. And even if your ex-wife doesn’t ask for it now, at any point in that child’s life he can come back to you saying he needs financial or emotional support. Zoe may say you don’t have to have a relationship with this baby, but that’s not her decision to make.” He folds his arms. “Now you say your ex-wife would make a good parent—and I have no doubt that’s true. What about your brother and sister-in-law?”
I look at Pastor Clive. “They’d be the best parents I could ever imagine.”
“And what about your wife’s lesbian lover?”
“I don’t know very much about her—”
“Except for the fact that she wants to take your children away from you,” Wade points out.
Here’s all I know about Vanessa: I had a wife, a wife who loved me and made love with me, and now all of a sudden she’s sleeping with some woman who seduced her.
Pastor Clive walks toward an oversize Bible on a lectern and starts reading aloud:
“Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural relations for unnatural ones. In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed indecent acts with other men and received in themselves the due penalty for their perversion.
“That’s what God has to say about homosexuals in Romans 1:26–27,” the pastor says. “Homosexuality—it’s a perversion. Something to be punished for.”
“What if that pre-born child is a little boy, Max?” Wade asks. “You realize he has an overwhelming chance of becoming homosexual himself if you let him be raised by two lesbians. Frankly, even if Zoe is the Mother of the Year, who’s going to be the daddy in that household? How’s your son going to learn how to be a man?”
I shake my head. I don’t have an answer for that. If the baby goes to Reid and Liddy, he’ll have a great father figure. The same one I’ve looked up to my whole life.
“The best parental decision you can make,” Wade says, “even if it’s theonlyparental decision you make—is to ask yourself what’s really best for your child.”
I close my eyes.
“I understand from Pastor Clive that you and Zoe lost a number of babies while you were trying to get pregnant,” Wade says. “Including one that was nearly at term.”
I can feel my throat tighten. “Yes.”
“How did you feel when he died?”
I press my thumbs into the corners of my eyes. I don’t want to cry. I don’t want them to see me crying. “It hurt like hell.”
“If you felt that way about losing one child,” Wade asks, “how are you going to feel about losing three more?”
I’m sorry,I think, and I don’t even know who I’m apologizing to anymore. “Okay,” I mutter.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Okay,” I repeat, looking up at Wade. “What do we do next?”
Liddy is in the kitchen when I come home from my meeting. She’s baking a blueberry pie, even though blueberries are totally out of season. It’s my favorite.
She’s making her own crust, too. Zoe never made her own crust. She said it was pointless, when Pillsbury had already put all that hard work into it.
“It’s calledpro hac vice,”I explain. “It means that Wade Preston is an out-of-state attorney who’s allowed to represent me because of the experience he has in the field.”
“So you havetwolawyers?” Liddy asks.
“I guess. I haven’t met this Ben Benjamin guy yet, but Wade says he knows the judges in the state and can help come up with the best strategy. He used to clerk for Judge O’Neill, and there’s a chance he can even get the case in front of him.”
Liddy leans into the countertop, rolling the dough between two sheets of plastic wrap. The ball flattens into a perfect circle, which she flips into a ceramic pie plate. “It sounds complicated.”
“Yeah, but they know what they’re doing.” I don’t want her worrying about this. I want her to believe it’s all going to happen just the way she wants. A positive frame of mind is just as important as any reproductive plumbing when it comes to pregnancy. At least that’s what Zoe’s OB used to say.
Liddy spoons the filling—there are berries in there, which she’s tried to keep me from swiping—and some sugar and that white powdery crap that’s not flour—into the crust. She puts a few pats of butter on top. Then she takes the second ball of dough out of the fridge so that she can roll the top crust.
She lifts up the Saran Wrap and pulls the sheet out. But instead of rolling, she jackknifes, leaning on the counter and covering her face with her hands.
