Too Many Y's, not enough X's and Another Surprise
Mac was wonderful with all kids, not just boys. His wife hadn't got the chance to see him with his goddaughter when she was an infant but judging by the two's bond now, she imagined it wuld have been an adorable sight. Lucy was another person who was glad Hope was having a baby girl, not a boy because she was going to have a brother
"Then there's Jesse and then Trey," she said, making the points on her fingers. "Jasmine and me are the only girls. We need more."
Hope couldn't find a hole in that argument.
"We're going to name our baby Dominic Robert," Lucy told Hope. "Robert is mommy's daddy's name. What are you calling your baby?"
Hope smiled and said she wasn't sure yet. She asked Lucy if she had any suggestions.
"I like the name 'Elsa.' She's the princess in Frozen. She has 'pecial powers," Lucy replied.
"I know," Hope said.
She and Mac had seen the movie dozens of time since it was released on DVD. Lucy had dragged her parents to the theatre three times to see it. When they wouldn't go a fourth time, she called and asked Adam to go. Adam liked the movie. At work the following day, Adam asked Danny why he hadn't enjoyed it.
"I saw it three times in two weeks. It took another week before I didn't dream of dancing cartoon characters!" Danny said.
Knowing you, you were analyzing the graphics, he had thought.
"Isn't watching a kids' favorite movie of the moment repeatedly, a part of parenthood? I heard children like that," Adam stated.
"They do—parents don't have to."
This duty was a part of parenthood Hope had down-pat long before she had a child. Part of her was still like that herself with certain movies, Disney ones included. One of her very favorites was The Lion King.
Hunter Conway had decided to brave the changing seasons of the eastern United States and move across the country and start over in the big apple. The building that was his successful barbeque restaurant wasn't his own and the owner had sold the place out from under him. But taking in all factors of his life, he decided New York City might be the place for him. Eight years ago, though apparently everyone in his family already knew it and weren't bothered by it, Hunter revealed to his friends and family he was gay. He had known this when he had a vasectomy in his twenties. Any sex he had, with a woman or man was never unprotected.
Diseases were far, far more of a threat but he had wanted to get a woman pregnant, either. The vasectomy had been a double precaution when he still dated women. Even without that worry, or especially now he always used condoms. Like his younger sister, Hunter wasn't a random sex or one-night type of person. With his hectic schedule as a chef and business owner, his love life was non-existant. Hunter had his fingers crossed that he could find a balance with work and met someone to share his life with in New York.
Perhaps even a husband.
An official and legal husband, something that wasn't allowed for him in Arizona.
Being closer to his sister Hope and her family was a big bonus too. He planned to get know his adorable nephew, Jesse, better. And living in the same city Hunter could meet the baby his sister was carrying as soon as she was born. Both the apartment he had rented and restaurant space he had purchased was in the Manhattan neighborhood where Mac and Hope used to live. He had the only barbeque place on that block.
That could be good for business.
The place had been re-decorated but there a few permits which had been approved and were in the mail before he could open. Until then he had enough to live on comfortably. He would be busy settling into his new apartment anyway.
She didn't feel "alone" in any way shape or form but Hope was "super" glad that one of her big brothers was moving to the city. Knowing that her children were going to get to see one of their uncles regularly meant more to her than she realized. Hope teased her brother that when the new baby came he could come over any time he wanted, if he didn't mind being her personal chef.
"You got it, sis," Hunter laughed.
