Congratulations, Mommy," I say, dropping the doll into his hands. "You could've told me I knocked you up."
"My bad. I thought you'd force me to get an abortion," Henry replies, taking the baby and cradling it as if it's real. "He has your eyes, Woods."
"And your hair." The doll is bald. "Can we name him Joe Montana?"
"Hells no, his name is Jerry Rice."
"No, his name is Joe Montana."
"I was in labor with him for fourteen hours!" Henry exclaims as he rocks the baby back and forth. “His name is Jerry Rice."
I grin. "Fine.

Autore: Miranda Kenneally

Congratulations, Mommy," I say, dropping the doll into his hands. "You could've told me I knocked you up."<br />"My bad. I thought you'd force me to get an abortion," Henry replies, taking the baby and cradling it as if it's real. "He has your eyes, Woods."<br />"And your hair." The doll is bald. "Can we name him Joe Montana?"<br />"Hells no, his name is Jerry Rice."<br />"No, his name is Joe Montana."<br />"I was in labor with him for fourteen hours!" Henry exclaims as he rocks the baby back and forth. “His name is Jerry Rice."<br />I grin. "Fine. - Miranda Kenneally

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