‘I’m sore. Giving birth was no fun, I can tell you. You men don’t have a clue what we go through for you.’ ‘Well, I’m grateful for your �... efforts, dear. Is the baby OK?’ ‘Yes … he’s fine. Why aren’t you here?’ she repeated. ‘Uh … I was … I mean … I’ve been in that waiting room almost since you were admitted. I needed to get some sleep. They said nothing was happening, so I came home. I’ll get dressed and come down right away,’ I said groggily. ‘Well don’t put yourself out,’ she sneered and then. “Something has changed in you tonight, and it’s not just the sexy clothes,” said Scott.“Oh Scott, I’ve done it.”“You’ve told him?”“Yes,” Emma said, still in his arms.“And what did he say?”“Well it’s as you would imagine, he’s pretty upset, but I think he will come round. But I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I’m glad it’s all out in the open now, and either way, things will get fixed.”Charlotte appeared and give both of them a hug.“I’m so happy that you’re both going to be. Plenty of opportunity for adventure and excitement ... and her curiosity tended towards bigger things. She was friends with a flying saucer named Company and that had kept her busy. Sex? Maybe later. She was having too much fun to worry about it.Fun didn’t include boys ... messy, smelly things. She had older brothers ... she knew what boys were like. That’s not to say she felt the same about ... men. Horse of a different color were men. If she had her druthers it would be Unka Dave ... but he. We got a cab to my (our, now) apartment in Manhattan, and what we found inside was a warm, pleasant surprise. The house was all cleaned up and decorated, presumably by our friends who’d returned on the 25th, and heat-to-serve dinner and wine were neatly spread on the dining table. While Gil warmed up the food, I took a shower and then we had a light dinner, washed down with lots of wine. She told me she needed a little rest, so she’ll relax in the bathtub for a while. I sat down on the PC to.