[EVE]
Everyone had been so sure Bean was going to be a girl.
Why? No idea. Intuition? Dreams? The way I craved sour mangoes instead of chocolate? The internet's "baby gender predictor" quiz? Who knows—but my entire family ran with it like it was prophecy.
So, naturally, the first thing I saw when I returned home from the hospital was a literal sea of pink.
Pink walls. Pink curtains. A pink mobile hanging over the crib with sparkly fairies dancing in circles. There was a tutu-shaped lamp.
A "Princess Bean" onesie in every size. And somehow—somehow—Dean had ordered a custom neon sign that read "Welcome Home, Little Beanette."
Beanette?!
I nearly passed out from laughing.
Dean looked personally betrayed. "But I already had a playlist made—Beyoncé lullabies. What am I supposed to do now, play him Metallica?"
Dante just sighed and rubbed his temple. "All my developmental books were geared for girls. There's going to be a gap in his education now."
