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“Yes, that too.”

“And now you shall spawn my offspring, and he will carry on my great legacy.”

The widest smile takes over her face. “Imagine this little grape grows up to be a mini you. He’s gonna go around wooing women and breaking their hearts.”

“The greatest player of all time.”

“Or imagine if this little grape grows up to be ashe.”

“I’ve stopped imagining.”

She giggles. “You’re going to be a great dad, Peter.”

Dylan always used to chastise me, saying that I was living a meaningless life with no purpose. I dismissed it as hogwash because I thought the pursuit of purpose was overrated. But Lia’s words strike a chord inside me, sinking down to my bones, to my soul. The thought of being a dad still terrifies me, yet at the same time, it brings a new meaning to my life.

11. Lia

“So, I’ve been thinking,” Peter says, rubbing my back. “We should name him Ambrose.”

“We don’t know if it’s a boy.” My late lunch comes hurdling up my throat and into the toilet. It took me forever to get it down and just the car ride back home from work was enough to upset my stomach. “And I hate that name.”

He makes himself comfortable on the bathroom floor beside me and holds my hair back. “It’s definitely a boy.”

“I still hate the name.”

More vomit is violently ejected from my body, but he’s so used to this that he just continues the conversation. “Li, it’s a great name. Just think about it. We can call himBroorBrodyfor short.”

“That sounds like the frat boy who’s in charge of getting the beer.”

“Already cool.”

“No.” The word is barely out before I have to make another deposit into the toilet.

“And it meansimmortal. That name was meant for him.”

I finally feel like my stomach is empty and sit back, slumping against the side of the bathtub. Peter shifts and sits next to me, stretching out his long legs. He hands me a stick of gum before draping his arm around me to pull me to his chest.

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