"Well, remember, it was her first," Edward said. "She had no idea what to expect, not really."
"So, if I was bad seafood, please tell me I wasn't a fish stick," Angus said. Edward laughed.
"No," Edward replied. "If I recall correctly, she thought you were her branzino."
"Well, at least if I was going to be mistaken for bad seafood, I wasn't cheap seafood." He listened to her decisions on where their baby would be born. He wanted to tell her she was doing it again--acting as if she were doing this by herself and making decisions about the birth of their child--not just her child--without him at all. She was treating him like this was her baby and hers alone, like he was merely the sperm donor, and it was really getting to him. That might have been what her father was in her life, but he wasn't her father. It was becoming a problem for him that she couldn't seem to get that.
Under the open sky? Seriously? A lovely romantic thought but not one bit practical. He saw no advantage to having a baby, in chilly April, outside. He also saw no advantage to bringing up again to her that they were supposed to be doing this as an equal partnership. He picked up the bottle of firewhiskey setting between him and Edward and poured himself a second drink, and looked out again at the stars.
Changing directions in the conversation deliberately, he looked at Edward, "I have to ask. Have you two decided about what flavor you want your wedding cake?"
"Actually, yes," Edward said. "She has recently tried an Italian olive oil cake, and she loved it. And I love a good espresso cake. Could you merge those two somehow? Maybe a layer of each?"
"Sounds perfect," Angus said.
"Surprise us with the design, though. Preferably something that fits with the outdoor theme, but it's your choices."
"Colors?"
"She wants to stick with the outdoor idea, and she wants sage green and taupe."
"I can work with that," Angus replied.
"I was hoping you'd say that. And please, not seven or eight tiers. We'll all be eating wedding cake for a month. Just enough for our little crew here, and not much more."
"Makes complete sense. Leave it to me," Angus replied, yawning, realizing he was tired.