twenty-five
It was after lunch on Tuesday when his office door opened and closed. Glancing up, he saw Taylor and so went back to his writing.
“You know those kids who ask their parents for a sibling, but they have no idea how babies are made?” Taylor asked.
Ok, this was going to be one of these. “Yeah,” he muttered.
“They have no idea how expensive a kid is, or even that daddy has to bounce around on mommy and get all sweaty. They don’t know that it’s difficult and stressful,” she said, sinking down into the chair on the opposite side of his desk. “Those innocent little kids don’t know that pregnancy is emotional and taxing, or that labor is exhausting and painful. They just want the prize at the end, the cute little baby.”
If Taylor was in a relationship, he was sure that Evie would’
