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“Have you discussed it with John?” I asked.
“Not specifically,” he said. “Have you discussed it with Celia?”
“No.”
“But are you ready?” he said.
My career was going to take a hit. There was no avoiding it. I’d go from being a woman to being a mother—and somehow those things appeared mutually exclusive in Hollywood. My body would change. I’d have months where I couldn’t work. It made absolutely no sense to say yes. “Yes,” I said. “I am.”
Harry nodded. “Me too.”
“OK,” I said, considering the next steps. “So we’ll talk to John and Celia.”
“Yeah,” Harry said. “I suppose we will.”
“And if everyone is on board?” I asked, stopping before we got out to the sidewalk.
“We’ll get started,” Harry said, stopping with me.
“I know the most obvious solution is adoption,” I said. “But . . .”
“You think we should have a biological child.”
“I do,” I said. “I don’t want anyone trying to claim we adopted because we had something to hide.”
Harry nodded. “I get it,” he said. “I want a biological child, too. Someone half you, half me. I’m with you on this.”
I raised my eyebrow. “You do realize how babies are made?” I asked him.
He smiled and then leaned in and whispered, “There is a very small part of me that has wanted to bed you since I met you, Evelyn Hugo.”
I laughed and hit him on the arm. “No, there is not.”
“A small part,” Harry said, defending himself. “It goes against all my greater instincts. But it is there nonetheless.”
I smiled. “Well,” I said, “we will keep that part to ourselves.”
Harry laughed and put out his hand. I shook it. “Once again, Evelyn, you’ve got yourself a deal.”
WOULD THE BABY BE RA
ISED by the both of you?” Celia asked. We were lying in bed, naked. My back was lined with sweat, my hairline damp. I rolled over onto my stomach and put my hand on Celia’s chest.
The movie she was doing next was making her a brunette. I found myself transfixed by the golden red of her hair, desperate to know that they would dye it back properly, that she would return to me looking exactly like herself.
“Yes,” I said. “Of course. It would be ours. We’d raise it together.”
“And where would I fit into all of this? Where would John?”
“Wherever you want to.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“It means that we would figure it out as we go.”
Celia considered my words and stared at the ceiling. “This is something you want?” Celia asked finally.
“Yes,” I told her. “Very badly.”
