"I’m a woman. I get how we folk think. Has she?"
"Yeah. But it’s not an issue. I’m excited, and I know Jagger will be too. And, that's what's important here. Not the ravings of a pissed-off ex."
"If you say so."
"Now. What’s it going to be? You must be starving now that you’re eating for two. A large pizza covered in pepperoni?"
"Ugh! I think I’ll have a steak. The idea of a greasy pizza is making me feel a little green."
"Wow! Okay. Ella is passing on pizza. This is a new one."
"Trust me. No one is as shocked as I am."
"Hey, Daddy. Can I have pepperoni on my pizza?" Jagger says as he flops down on his chair.
"Sure, buddy."
Ella and I share a brief glimpse of one another.
"We have some news, big guy," I start.
"Yeah?"
"Yup. It’s a surprise, just for you."
"What is it?"
"You’re going to be a big brother, champ."
Jagger’s eyes grow large as he takes in the news.
"What?" he says with a huge grin on his face.
"Uh-huh. Ella is having a baby, and it’s going to be your new brother or sister."
I look across at Ella. She looks a little nervous, so I take hold of her hand and squeeze it gently.
"Oh, neat! We can share my toys, and I’ll tell Dash to be nice to him."
"It could be a girl, Jagger."
"Nah, it’s going to be a boy. Can we call him Woody? Like in Toy Story. I like Woody."
Jagger is talking at a hundred miles an hour. Neither Ella nor I can get a word in edgeways. What a jubilant reaction! I’m so pleased, and I know Ella is relieved.
"Let’s wait until the baby is born before we choose a name, buddy. Okay?"
"Okay."
Jagger leaps off his chair and runs toward the playroom.
"Hey, guys!" he yells as he gets closer to the other kids who are inside. "I’m getting a baby brother! Isn’t that cool?"
"Oh, Lord, this better be a boy," Ella sighs.
"Woody…I suppose it would be an accurate depiction. This baby was created thanks to a woody."
"You’re terrible, Carter Moore," Ella laughs.