Page 118 of Roughing the Player

She smooths his honey wheat hair. “He looks just like you.” She sounds wistful.

“You’re right, he does.” Down to his, ahem, willie which appears way out of proportion to the rest of him.

“I’m never going to have a child who resembles me.”

“What can I say? My seed is potent.”

She rolls her eyes. Doesn’t matter, I lean down and kiss her anyway. When I do, the peanut in my arms squirms as if she wants some attention too. “Welcome to the world, Sunshine.”

“That’s not her name.”

I nod toward Ellie. “She wants to call you Susan, but your real name is Sunshine.”

“No. It won’t be.”

“What does she know? She’s only your mother.”

They say babies don’t smile, but Susan Sunshine does. Because she already knows how bright her future will be.