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Cyrus Garza stood at the sink washing the dishes from dinner. His mind wasn't on the task, a mile away as he thought about how much he loved being a father to his baby girl.
His Ariadne.
"Fancy another?" asked a familiar voice behind him.
Another?! His mind reeled. He was just getting used to one and Mereta wanted another?!
"Isn't one enough?"
"Well sure," came the reply. "Maybe later."
"Yeah," he agreed faintly. "Later."
"Well, until then, I need to quickly head to the shops and grab some supplies."
Supplies?! His hand froze as he lifted a dish to the rack. Condoms?!
He hadn't felt this nervous about sleeping with a woman in years.
"I'm pretty sure I've got something."
"No," said Mereta with a small laugh. "I'm pretty sure you don't. I'm rather particular. Just like you are I imagine."
"Nah, I'm easy either way."
"Cyrus?" asked Mereta. The former Supreme Court Justice turned to find her standing there with a strange look on her face.
"What?"
"What are you talking about?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do believe the topic of this conversation is?" she rephrased.
"Another kid for you and me," said Garze, waving his hand between them.
Mereta was shellshocked. "What?!"
"You asked if I wanted another," the lawyer challenged.
"Yeah," said Mereta as she lifted her arm. "I was asking if you wanted another beer."
"Oh."
Gideon Garza was born nine months later.
