Paternity Leave

‘Hello, Amiyah,’ Tristan said. ‘You are looking good.’ I smiled at him. ‘Right back at ya. Love the tie.’ ‘Thanks.’ He sniffed the air. ‘What smells so good?’ ‘Pumpkin rice porridge,’ Kieran said. ‘You want some?’ ‘Sounds…vegetarian. No, thanks. I need meat to keep my energy up. I’m ordering a tenderloin steak. Amiyah, would you like something from the restaurant?’ ‘I’m good, thanks. I ate before coming.’ Tristan dropped himself into an armchair and tapped away on his phone. ‘How’s the pregnancy going?’ ‘Good,’ I said. ‘The baby’s getting bigger by the day.’ ‘I can’t wait to see him.’ ‘Her.’ Kieran corrected him. ‘You know it’s a girl? Did you guys do a test to find out the sex of the baby?’ ‘No. We just wish it’s a girl.’ ‘I see.’ Tristan nodded. ‘Either way, I call dibs on being the baby’s godfather.’ ‘You can’t,’ Kieran said. ‘You are my nephew. It’s confusing.’ Tristan shrugged. ‘Fine. I’ll settle for being the baby’s favourite cousin, then.’ Kieran’s phone rang. ‘Answer it,’ I sai