Sophia looked from the TV to Gabe in confusion.
“Because it’s wrong to make messes. Especially when theres no maid to clean it up for you.”
“I’m not sure,” Eva shrugged. “But a VanWheele has never had a boy on the first try for three generations, so I don’t see it happening any time soon. Then again the testosterone levels in here are astronomical so, it could go either way. I’m doing a little more research before I place my bet. Supposedly theres signs to tell whether its a girl or a boy before the mark, depending on how sick she got and theres one that said if she has a girl, she’ll turn ugly cause little girls suck the beauty out of their mothers and having boys makes them more beautiful. Just look at your mom compared to mine and Sophia’s. Seems Legit to me.” Then she looked over at Sophia. “What do you think? Did she get ugly yet?”
Gabe set his plate down on Brian’s lap and leaned forward, staring at the tv. “Oh my god,” He choked out before covering his face. “What the fuck?”
“Well you shouldn’t make a mess even if there’s a maid to clean it up. You should clean up your own mess.” Amelie huffed.
“She doesn’t look ugly yet,” Drew shrugged. “I think it’ll be a boy, cause I only had two sisters. I was supposed to have another brother, but there was a miscarriage. And now ma’s pregnant again, so. I bet they’ll both have boys.”
“I’m going across the hall to change, hurry up,” He threw his bag over his shoulder, then grabbed a pair of boots out of...
“Well I don’t. But fine. Leave me to change”