Do n’ t you want to know, though ? ” I ask.
Li l’ s smiles, “ I already do . ”
Sunny and I look at each other, confused. For months now, we have all been guessing, offering up little boy and girl names, when it all could have been so much easier. We even have a pool going down at the clubhouse, with its own blackboard above the bar. So far, the odds are 2:1 that i t’ s a boy, even though I put my money on a girl.
“ You found out ? ” I whisper. What a switch! She has insisted time and time again that they were n’ t going to find out the gender.
Li l’ s purses her lips smugly, “ Nope. I did n’ t find out. I just know . ”
I sit back and laugh, “ I do n’ t think tha t’ s always reliable, Li l’ s . ”
“ Wha t’ s not always reliable ? ” Clink walks up behind me, moving the hair from my shoulder, lips planting in the hollow, teasing my flesh.
“ Li l’ s says she has motherly instinct on the sex of the baby. She wo n’ t tell us, though , ” I let Clink into our conversation.
His one arm wraps around me, the other lifts his beer bottle to sip. “ As long as that intuition is where I put my money, I’ m cool with it , ” he winks across the flaming fire pit to the mother-to-be. “I’ ve got five hundred riding on you, Li l’ s. I’ ll split it with you . ”
Li l’ s shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “ Just wait till i t’ s your turn. Le t’ s see how you like the pressure . ”
My body tenses at the insinuation. Clink and I have been together a little while now, but the topic of babies has been carefully avoided by the both of us. Each for our own reasons.
Jay and Tiny join the group with a fresh round of cold beers to pass around.
“ Yeah, well, I’ ve got some fatherly intuition going myself. Le t’ s just say Li l’ s and I do n’ t exactly have the same findings on what color to paint the nursery . ” Jay sits down next to his wife, pulling her in close. “ Ai n’ t that right, baby ? ”
“ Just give in and find out for sure, already, guys , ” Tiny contributes.
“ Hayden! For a boy or a girl , ” Sunny spits out, excitedly.
Jay and Li l’ s look at each other, quietly pondering the recommendation, before both shaking their heads in unison, “ Na h…. ”
Oh God. W e’ ve got two more months of this.
Jean calls us all in to supper, as the group disbands with leather vested men leading the charge into the clubhouse for some grub. Jay helps a wobbly Li l’ s to her feet and Tiny takes the opportunity to throw Sunny whimsically over his shoulder, slapping her barely covered ass hard as she whelps in surprise, before charging off towards the food line.
Sunday club dinners have become routine for me, now that I’ ve been accepted into the group as one of their own. Clink is out of town on club business more often than not, so i t’ s a special night when we get to go together. Even if we were more than an hour lat e… it was well worth it, I smile to myself.
Clink moves to step toward the clubhouse, extending his hand out to me, “ You coming ? ”
I smile warmly at his invitation, but shake my head. “I’ ll follow in a bit. You go save us some seats . ”
He laughs, “ OK, but you know Tiny shows no restraint at a buffet. Ca n’ t promise the y’ ll be much left . ”
I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly and watch him join the flock. I take a deep breath and eye each of them as they laugh, talking animatedly with one another. I’ ve gotten to know most of these people by now. The y’ ve taken me into the fold and treat me as one of their own. There are a few Club Mamas strewn about, clinging onto bothers here and there. I recognize some of them, some are new to me. Even they are polite to me, treating me with the respect due to a higher standing in this delicate hierarchy of theirs.
Everyone has a place, a ranking. I t’ s taken me plenty of time to figure this all out. Hell, I’
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