Naomi perched on the couch and neatly arranged the coasters on the wood plank coffee table between stacks of books and trays of candles.
Stef returned with two gallon-sized margaritas and handed one to Jeremiah. They joined Naomi on the couch, Jeremiah comfortably slinging an arm around Stef’s shoulders. Everyone stared at me expectantly.
If they wanted a story about Lucian, they’d come to the wrong woman. “What?” I asked snarkily.
“We’ll give you two options. You can either talk about your dad, or you can talk about Suit Daddy,” Stef said.
“I think I want to start a family.” I blurted out the words and then immediately shoved half a slice of pizza into my mouth to prevent me from speaking again.
Lina choked on her margarita.
“Option number three then,” Jeremiah said, eyebrows winging high.
“What made you start thinking about that?” Naomi asked.
I shrugged and continued to chew aggressively.
“Don’t answer. We’ll guess,” Stef offered. “Let’s see. Sloane decided it’s time to start a family because she’s already pregnant by a time-traveling Italian billionaire.”
“I see you gave that audiobook I recommended a try,” I said around the pizza in my mouth.
“Maybe it’s just that she’s in her late thirties and a well-meaning gynecologist said it’s ‘now or never,’” Naomi offered, glancing down at her plate.
“Bingo,” Lina said and pointed at Naomi with her pizza crust. “See, Stef. You and Jer have penises, which fire sperm. Sperm doesn’t have the kind of expiration date that eggs do. The longer we wait to have kids, the harder it can be to conceive. If you were heterosexually inclined, you could be firing full test into the vaginas of twentysomethings on your eightieth birthday.”
Stef grimaced and took a dramatic sip of margarita. “Uh, gross.”
“Do you want to start a family, or do you feel like you should start a family?” Naomi asked me.
“I think I want to,” I said. “I held my cousin’s baby at the funeral today, and it must have kick-started my dormant ovaries or something. Mom and Dad wanted nothing more than to have a big, messy, intergenerational family. But Dad only got to enjoy one grandkid before he died because I was too busy being awesome at my job.”
“Guilt isn’t a great reason to start a family, my sexy little librarian,” Stef pointed out.
Jeremiah nodded. “I’ve gotta agree with Stef. And not just because we’re dating. Family is a big deal.”
Jeremiah would know. He came from a large, loud Lebanese family.
“I don’t want a guilt baby,” I scoffed. “It’s just I put so much time into building the professional side of my life, I forgot about the personal side. I want a hot husband who rubs my feet on the couch and knows that I put hot sauce on my pizza. I want to complain about spending Saturday mornings at soccer games and bake three dozen cupcakes at midnight because my self-centered preteen forgot to tell me she volunteered me.”
“Do you have any baby daddy potentials?” Lina asked.
“Are you considering prioritizing a partner or a baby first?” asked the ever-practical Naomi at the same time.
I took a contemplative sip of my margarita. “Ideally? A partner. But do I really have time to meet someone, force them to fall in love with me, and then get knocked up before my eggs turn to tiny balls of dust? Then again, if I start with kids, I might limit the dating pool and miss out on my perfect husband. On the other hand, if a guy is turned off by kids, then he wouldn’t be the kind of husband I want.”
My mental gymnastics were exhausting.
Things would be so much simpler if I walked out the door and met the perfect guy tomorrow. But in reality, if I walked out the door, the only man I was going to run into was a surly one in a suit. The man I loved to hate.
“Okay, that was a lot,” Lina said. “Let’s take it one step at a time. Are you on any dating apps?”
“No.”
“Seriously?” Stef asked. He and Jeremiah shared a baffled couple glance.
“How do you meet men?” Jeremiah asked.
“I don’t know. Organically?” I hedged.
“Well, organic doesn’t get the job done in this day and age,” Lina announced.
“I’d like to point out that you met your fiancé by arriving in town and kissing his brother.” I turned to Naomi and Stef. “And you two met your respective men by walking into a coffee shop and a barber shop.”