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mind?”
    “ Marriage,”
Max said.
    “ Marriage?
I thought you wanted to be a co-parent. Where does marriage enter
that equation?”
    Max took a deep breath.
“I’m not dying; I don’t have cancer but that’s
about all that is certain. This thing that I have is of uncertain
symptoms. I don’t know what effects it's going to have on my
body. This may well still be the only child I’m going to get.
Even if it isn’t the only child that I’m ever going to
get, I owe it the chance to grow up with both parents.”
    “ So
you want to get married because the girl is pregnant? How many times
has that worked out that you know of?”
    “ I
don’t want to get married because she’s pregnant,”
Max said.
    Martha grunted
skeptically.
    “ What
I mean is…I’ve known that girl since she was ten. I know
who she is in a way that is different from the way I know other
girls. I know her heart. I know that my heart would be safe with
her.”
    “ Your
heart…? I thought this was a business arrangement?”
Martha prompted.
    Max was quiet for a
bit. “It's not that cut and dried. It's not possible to have a
child together and remain detached. Especially when the other person
is already a friend. A good friend. Almost family. I’m just
trying to be realistic about likely scenarios,” he said.
    “ Have
you talked to her about this?” Martha asked.
    “ I
want to. It's difficult to find the words.”
    “ And
that’s why you wanted to talk to me?”
    “ Exactly,”
Max replied.
    *****
    “ Hello,”
Christine said answering her phone.
    “ Hey
Chris. How are you?”
    “ I’m
doing great. You?”
    “ Well,
could use a good stiff drink but I understand I’m pregnant.”
    “ You’re pregnant? I thought I was pregnant.”
    “ It's
our baby, we’re both pregnant.”
    “ Aww,
how sweet,” Christine said sarcastically.
    “ So
I wanted to find out if we could maybe talk?”
    “ Oh,
you want to sign the papers and shit?”
    “ That…among
other things. Will you meet me?”
    “ Yes
of course,” Christine said.
    “ Coffee
at the Thinking Cup?”
    “ That
is weirdly appropriate,” she said.
    “ How’s
five o’ clock work for ya?”
    “ Works
just fine.”
    “ Okay
then, see you then.”
    *****
    The coffee shop was
full when Max drew up at exactly 5pm. He wondered if they would get
seating but then spotted Christine sitting at a table reading
something with a bag saving him a seat opposite her. He walked slowly
toward her expecting her to look up at him but she continued to read.
Max walked up to her and stopped right in front of her chair.
    “ Hey,”
he said making her jump. She really hadn’t heard him
coming…granted the coffee shop was noisy but...
    “ You
scared me,” Christine said.
    “ Sorry,”
Max said moving to his seat and moving her bag to the table.
    “ No
problem. What’s shaking? You have the papers?” she asked
holding out a hand for him to drop them into.
    “ Er…no.
Clarence needs to get back to me on some specifics but I thought
maybe we should talk about logistics, the way forward, how to handle
this whole situation.”
    “ Okay…but
I thought all that would be in the contract?”
    “ Some
things you can’t legislate,” Max said looking her in the
eye, then his eyes dropped to the cup sitting in front of her. “What
are you having?”
    “ Mocha
cappuccino. Wanna taste?”
    “ No
thank you, I’ll just have an espresso if I can catch the eye of
a waiter in this place. Wow, it's loud here.”
    “ Lots
of people talking,” Christine said with a shrug.
    “ Yeah,
well anyway that Harry Potter character said it’s the best way
not to be overheard,” he said, making her smirk.
    “ You
are such a nerd,” she said.
    “ So
are you,” he replied.
    “ Okay
enough with the small talk. What’s up?”
    Max leaned back in his
seat studying her intently. “How do you feel about a marriage
of convenience?” he asked.
    “ You
mean in general or…?” she asked with a raised