“You mean… ” She looked at Mary Catherine again as if to keep checking if she was there and realized he meant his other sister, his little sister. She put her hand on his not sure what to say.
“Everyone in my family does,” he said, even though Sophia had not.
“Of course I do, Drew. I’ve predicted every baby in my family thus far. It’s ALWAYS right,” she insisted, poking him in the chest. “Believe in the wive’s tales”
He teared up a little, staring down at his lap. "Fuck.” Mary Catherine looked over at them, then looked at Brian, who sighed and shook his head.
“Well it’s weird. You shouldn’t do that.”
“It just doesn’t seem like an accurate way to determine a baby’s gender,” He poked her chest, right above her boobs. “I’ve never believed in that kind of stuff.”
“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”