QUOTE : Well, shit.” “Oh, brother,” John’s wife said. “That doesn’t happen very often,” June said. “What?” Jack said. “What?” “But I have all these pink things! From Christmas!” Mel shrieked. “What?” Jack said. “What the hell is it? Is the baby all right?” “Baby’s fine,” John said. “It isn’t Emma, that’s for sure. Look—femur, femur, penis. I blew it. And I’m so damn good, I can’t imagine how that happened.” “It was probably just on the early side,” June said. “We should’ve done another one at twenty weeks to be sure.” “Yeah, but I’m so damn good,” John insisted. “Penis?” Jack asked. Mel looked up into his eyes and said, “We’re going to have to come up with another name.” Jack had a dumb look on his face. Mel didn’t recall having seen that look before. “Man,” he said in a breath. “I might not know what to do with a boy.” “Well, we got that news just in time,” June said, leaving the exam room. “Yeah, right before the shower,” Susan added, following her. “I really thought I had it nailed,” John said. “I feel betrayed, in a way.” Mel looked up into her husband’s eyes and watched as a slow, powerful grin appeared. “What are you thinking, Jack?” she asked him. “That I can’t wait to call my brothers-in-law, the slackers.” *