I just quietly went back to my job, and continued to kick ass.
Gabi was one of those women that glowed radiantly when she was pregnant. Effortlessly, she bore her child for nine months, and then Natalie came along in an almost routine manner. While Jake was with Gabi in the hospital delivery room, I waited outside in the waiting area, like a father from the 1960’s. He came out and told me it was a girl (we didn’t know up to that point, as Gabi didn’t want to be told by the doctors), and that mom and daughter were both doing fine. I was ushered into the room and saw my daughter just moments after she was born.
And Gabi, even after giving birth, remained as smoking hot as ever. She quickly got back in the gym with a vengeance, and got her perfect figure back in no time. She was still Jake Goldman’s world record trophy wife. And I was jealous, but respectfully so.
Now in my office three years later, she glanced back over her shoulder, clearly looking to see if anyone was listening. Then she leaned forward over my desk, her hands planted in front of me as she leaned near my face. Her blue eyes peered intently into mine.
“You know what else she asked for yesterday?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
“I have no idea,” I told her.
“A baby sister,” Gabi’s mouth twisted in an amused smile.
“Oh shit!” I thought to myself, barely managing to keep my thoughts to myself. I had just sort of gotten my post-Gabi life back to normal, was back on the dating scene, and settling into my comfortable role as Uncle Chris to the sweetest, most beautiful toddler on the planet.
“Here we go again,” I thought as Gabi stood up from my desk and looked at me with a wry grin.
The End