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Abigail

Abigail couldn't stop staring. Gus was getting her up to date of what had happened over the past few years but she wasn't listening. She was blatantly staring at Shawn, who was standing before her wearing a baby sling.

That actually had a baby in it. Not a teacup poodle or pineapple. A real live baby. And she really hoped Gus would get to that explanation sooner rather than later.

"... and then I had the couch re-upholstered."

She nodded dumbly and looked up at Shawn's face. He was looking at the baby making silly faces in between sips of his smoothie.

"This is Jack." He said finally looking up. "My son."

Abigail cleared her throat. "That's great Shawn, congratulations. He's very handsome. How old is he?"

"Three months. Jules just went back to work." That answered that question.

"I'm a stay at home dad. Except I still go to work. With Jack. So I'm a stay at work dad? Work at work dad? Gus what are we calling this?"

"Insanity."