Now, it was Blair’s eyes that went wide. “You mean you’re…” She couldn’t even say the word because she was so surprised. Her hot, possible-future-employer was into women? She loved and hated that fact all at once. Her fantasies (which was all they could remain) would be such sweet torture.

“I’m gay,” Erin responded flatly. “Is that going to be a problem for you?” She stared at Blair with a new fire behind her eyes.

Oh shit. She thinks I’m homophobic? Blair quickly shook her head. “Absolutely not. I’m gay too. I was just surprised, I guess.”

Erin’s face visibly relaxed. “Isn’t it crazy how we do that? We get so offended when straight people assume we’re straight, but then we go and do the same thing.”

Blair could feel her face turning red as she stared down at the floor and rubbed at the back of her neck. Erin didn’t seem mad, but that didn’t change the fact that she was really  messing this up. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I jumped to the conclusion of you being homophobic before I even considered the fact that you might be gay too, so it looks like we’re both guilty.”

“I guess so.” Blair laughed as she tried to think of anything to say to clear this awkwardness that had settled between them. “So, I take it your wife was the one to carry Nolan?”

“Why? Because he looks nothing like me?” Even though Erin was clearly trying to keep her voice light, Blair could tell she had struck a chord again.

“No. Not at all. I meant because you look so good. You definitely don’t look like someone who had a child inside of you at one point.” Blair cringed once again. Probably also not  what she was supposed to say.

Erin’s face turned beet red, but the slightest smile played on her lips. “That’s very nice of you to say, but I did.” She cleared her throat and patted her stomach. “I carried Nolan. He’s genetically my ex’s, but that certainly doesn’t mean anything since I’m his one-and-only mom now.”

Ouch. Erin’s ex clearly did a number on her. Blair didn’t have to know her well to see that. It was written all over her face. Pain, loss, disappointment. “I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize for giving me a compliment. It’s a bit inappropriate if you’re babysitting my son, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t nice to hear.”

“Oh, that’s actually not what I was apologizing for.” Even if I should be . “What I meant was I’m sorry your ex put you through all of that.”