Why wouldn’t he be? Otter Thompson throws himself into everything. He’s never backed down, not really, not when it’s counted. And this is something that he wants, something he’s been waiting for. It took me a long time to get my head out of my ass, to finally want something just for us, and he was so patient with me. He knew I’d get there one day, and now here we are.

He must feel me staring at him, because he looks over at me and smiles. “Am I doing it right?”

“Yeah,” I tell him hoarsely. “You’re doing it right.”

He frowns a little. “Are you okay?”

“It happens,” Megan tells him, tipping her head back. “The daddies get a little emotional. He’s having feelings right now.”

“And that means you get a Sunshine Point for the Power of Love,” Marty singsongs as he skips by me.

Goddamn right I do.

AFTER THE class, Megan is doing exactly what she threatened to do: she’s destroying her yogurt parfait while Marty gives out hugs to everyone. Otter and I are sitting at the table across from her, wide-eyed, like we’re on an African safari and witnessing a lion taking down a gazelle. I don’t know that I can ever eat a yogurt parfait again. Which is probably a good thing, seeing as how Megan would probably tackle me for it.

“So good,” she mumbles.

“It certainly looks like it,” Otter says politely.

“Would you like some?” she asks, holding the spoon out to us.

“I don’t want to lose my hand,” I tell her before Otter kicks me underneath the table.

She shrugs and gets back to it.

“My love, my light,” Marty says, coming to sit next to Megan. He kisses her on the cheek. “Mmm. Peach flavored. How fascinating it is that you normally hate peaches.”

“I ate asparagus and peanut butter for dinner last night,” Megan tells us.

“Oh,” Otter says. “That’s—”

“Disgusting,” I say.

“Hormones,” Marty says. “The body’s chemicals are all out of whack and can lead to some… surprising discoveries. It’s pretty radical how the body reacts during a pregnancy. It’s a crazy thing to witness up close.”

I’m convinced he’s making that sexual, and I have to resist the urge to reach over and punch him in the ear.

“Are you guys getting excited?” he asks us as he pulls Megan’s feet into his lap, beginning to massage them. “I’m sure you get that question a lot.”

“We do,” Otter says, scratching the back of his neck. “But—yeah, we are. It’s different? I guess. Than we thought it would be.”

“How so?”

“Well, we are having two instead of one,” I say wryly. “That’s a big difference.”