“Only a few but we haven’t agreed on any yet,” Destiny replied while rubbing her tummy gently. The man stared down at Destiny’s belly watching...her small hand run in soft circles around the tight red fabric of the dress hugging her stomach. He was hypnotized by the motion. “Is this your first?” he quizzed. His eyes did not move from Destiny’s midriff. “Yes, it is!” Destiny and I answered in unison. I placed a hand lightly on her belly as if I were trying to feel a kick. I looked like a real dad. The friend with benefits? How the fuck were you even friends?”His voice had an edge to it that I’d never heard before and there was a clinical routine to the way he set each plate down on the table.I tried to gauge his mood.“It was – does it matter? It’s history, isn’t it?”He didn’t answer immediately and then he let out a breath.“Yeah. I guess. I just – he seems like an asshole. What the hell is he doing here anyway?”I set the stack of clean plates down. The cake was disappearing at an. As I were exiting the room and pulling closed the doors, I could hear the doctor offering to my ward to assist with the weight of the matter by the sharing of handling the load of her generous mammaries, by holding them for a bit of time to give her some relief. Always a kind person, this, to be so considerate of a subject. * * * * The rapping at the door for the second time today was silenced when I opened the great thing to behold upon my doorstep no one other than Mrs. ______, the newly. I was now third on the totem, Lannie, Jennie, and James.We had a wonderful life and after Lannie was in school full time, Jennie went to work at a different engineering firm as an administrative assistant.We did all of the kid’s vacation stuff, Six Flags, Disney World and others, but by the time Lannie was 10 she would rather go to a museum, a classical music event, an art exhibit, or stage play than an amusement park. She was also a tomboy and was constantly helping with my tinkering.We had.