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keep a baby safe. “I just don’t see a lot of pregnant
women doing handstands.” Watching Nat do yoga used to give his
hormones a good kick. Now it just scared the crap out of him. He
kept expecting her to land in a big belly flop on the floor.
She touched his face. “She’s more protected in
my belly, even upside-down, than she’ll be the whole rest of her
life. Relax, Daddy—she’ll be fine.”
Nell opened the door as Jamie tried to marshal
his rebuttal. Maybe she’d be on his side. “Hey, sister mine.
Did you ever do handstands when you were pregnant?”
“Do you honestly think I’m dumb enough to answer
that question? Come on in.”
Nat hugged her sister-in-law. “Feel free to tell
him the truth.”
“I don’t do handstands ever, so no. But we were
in the middle of a new Realm release when I was four months
pregnant with the girls. I coded sixteen hours a day and lived on
Doritos and peanut butter. They turned out fine.”
Jamie remembered. He’d never been able to eat
Doritos again after watching Nell dip handfuls of them straight
into the peanut butter jar.
Nat’s face brightened. “Hey, do you have any
Doritos? Those sound totally yummy.”
Nell laughed. “Sorry, no. I can’t even look at
them anymore.”
His wife wanted to eat Doritos? The woman who
made him eat vegetables and tofu for dinner? He’d Googled
everything he could find on what to expect during pregnancy. When
this was all over, he was going to create a new website for
expectant fathers—one that told the truth. Nobody warned you about
Doritos and handstands.
Both women were looking at him expectantly. He’d
clearly missed something. “What?”
Nell shook her head in dismay. “Doritos, brother
mine. Your job is to procure whatever weird things the mother of
your child wants to eat, at whatever weird time of day she wants to
eat them.”
He took mental notes for his new website.
Fortunately, Doritos were easy. Closing his eyes for a moment,
Jamie mentally raided the cupboard in his basement. Nell might not
eat them anymore, but her three girls were all Dorito fiends, so he
kept a large supply on hand.
Nat dove into the teleported bag like a teenage
boy. “Thanks, sweetie.”
Drawn by Dorito fumes, several sets of feet came
thudding down the stairs. “Uncle Jamie, Auntie Nat!”
A little slower than the triplets, Elorie smiled
and waved in welcome.
Oh, crap. Not again. Even as he felt himself
being pulled under, Jamie was aware enough to hold onto something
other than his pregnant wife. He grabbed his sister instead and
felt visions of the future roll over him.
When he snapped back into the present, he was
sitting against the wall, Nat crouched at his feet, and way too
many sets of eyes peering at him.
Once she’d decided he was okay, Nat smiled and
spoke very quietly. “Are you going to have precog episodes every
time you see a pretty girl?”
God, he really, really hoped not. Meeting Nat
had triggered the mother of all precogs, but this one had been
pretty loaded, too. And not one he really wanted to discuss while
sitting on the floor surrounded by inquiring minds.
He struggled to his feet and faced Nell’s new
houseguest. “Hi, Elorie. Welcome to insanity, and sorry about
almost passing out on you.”
Jamie was just contemplating whether he could
skirt the whole issue of his precog episode when Aervyn’s voice
piped up from the crowd. “See, Elorie—I knowed you were a
witch.”
Aervyn! Jamie had just enough energy left
to halt his nephew before he let anything else out of the bag.
Fortunately, Nell, who was very used to
directing chaos, caught the edge of his mental blast. “Aervyn, can
you and your sisters go get snacks and drinks for everyone from the
kitchen?”
She herded the adults into the living room and
raised an eyebrow at her brother. What the heck’s going
on?
In answer, Jamie sent back a snapshot from his
precog—Elorie, belly enormous, standing at Ginia’s right shoulder
in the
women doing handstands.” Watching Nat do yoga used to give his
hormones a good kick. Now it just scared the crap out of him. He
kept expecting her to land in a big belly flop on the floor.
She touched his face. “She’s more protected in
my belly, even upside-down, than she’ll be the whole rest of her
life. Relax, Daddy—she’ll be fine.”
Nell opened the door as Jamie tried to marshal
his rebuttal. Maybe she’d be on his side. “Hey, sister mine.
Did you ever do handstands when you were pregnant?”
“Do you honestly think I’m dumb enough to answer
that question? Come on in.”
Nat hugged her sister-in-law. “Feel free to tell
him the truth.”
“I don’t do handstands ever, so no. But we were
in the middle of a new Realm release when I was four months
pregnant with the girls. I coded sixteen hours a day and lived on
Doritos and peanut butter. They turned out fine.”
Jamie remembered. He’d never been able to eat
Doritos again after watching Nell dip handfuls of them straight
into the peanut butter jar.
Nat’s face brightened. “Hey, do you have any
Doritos? Those sound totally yummy.”
Nell laughed. “Sorry, no. I can’t even look at
them anymore.”
His wife wanted to eat Doritos? The woman who
made him eat vegetables and tofu for dinner? He’d Googled
everything he could find on what to expect during pregnancy. When
this was all over, he was going to create a new website for
expectant fathers—one that told the truth. Nobody warned you about
Doritos and handstands.
Both women were looking at him expectantly. He’d
clearly missed something. “What?”
Nell shook her head in dismay. “Doritos, brother
mine. Your job is to procure whatever weird things the mother of
your child wants to eat, at whatever weird time of day she wants to
eat them.”
He took mental notes for his new website.
Fortunately, Doritos were easy. Closing his eyes for a moment,
Jamie mentally raided the cupboard in his basement. Nell might not
eat them anymore, but her three girls were all Dorito fiends, so he
kept a large supply on hand.
Nat dove into the teleported bag like a teenage
boy. “Thanks, sweetie.”
Drawn by Dorito fumes, several sets of feet came
thudding down the stairs. “Uncle Jamie, Auntie Nat!”
A little slower than the triplets, Elorie smiled
and waved in welcome.
Oh, crap. Not again. Even as he felt himself
being pulled under, Jamie was aware enough to hold onto something
other than his pregnant wife. He grabbed his sister instead and
felt visions of the future roll over him.
When he snapped back into the present, he was
sitting against the wall, Nat crouched at his feet, and way too
many sets of eyes peering at him.
Once she’d decided he was okay, Nat smiled and
spoke very quietly. “Are you going to have precog episodes every
time you see a pretty girl?”
God, he really, really hoped not. Meeting Nat
had triggered the mother of all precogs, but this one had been
pretty loaded, too. And not one he really wanted to discuss while
sitting on the floor surrounded by inquiring minds.
He struggled to his feet and faced Nell’s new
houseguest. “Hi, Elorie. Welcome to insanity, and sorry about
almost passing out on you.”
Jamie was just contemplating whether he could
skirt the whole issue of his precog episode when Aervyn’s voice
piped up from the crowd. “See, Elorie—I knowed you were a
witch.”
Aervyn! Jamie had just enough energy left
to halt his nephew before he let anything else out of the bag.
Fortunately, Nell, who was very used to
directing chaos, caught the edge of his mental blast. “Aervyn, can
you and your sisters go get snacks and drinks for everyone from the
kitchen?”
She herded the adults into the living room and
raised an eyebrow at her brother. What the heck’s going
on?
In answer, Jamie sent back a snapshot from his
precog—Elorie, belly enormous, standing at Ginia’s right shoulder
in the
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