Baby Proof: A Novel
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A novel that explores the question: Is there ever a deal-breaker when it comes to true love?
Claudia Parr has everything going for her. A successful editor at a publishing house in Manhattan, she's also a devoted sister, aunt, and friend. Yet she's never wanted to become a mother--which she discovers is a major hurdle to marriage, something she desperately wants. Then she meets her soul mate Ben who, miraculously, feels the same way about parenthood. The two fall in love and marry, committed to one another and their life of adventure and discovery. All's well until one of them has a change of heart. Someone wants a baby after all.
This is the witty, heartfelt story about what happens to the perfect couple when they suddenly want different things and there is no compromise. It's about deciding what is most important in life and wagering everything to get it. And most of all, it's about the things we will--and won't--do for love.
that Ben was going to date. That was the point of our breakup, right? Find a good woman with an available womb.” Daphne makes a face. I usually try to avoid words like womb around Daphne. Unlike my insensitive mother who tosses around expressions like shooting blanks and barren. I field another few questions about Tucker’s looks. Probably a size ten. About Ben’s height. Green eyes, I think. Maybe blue. “So it sounds like her hair is her only decent feature?” Maura concludes. “It’s probably
and he’s not happy about it. Sure enough, Ben does not extend his hand. Instead he flinches, his expression becoming very blank. Several seconds pass before he offers a very chilly, “How do you do.” He cuts his eyes back at me. He knows that I know the significance of his how do you do. It is what Ben’s mother, Lucinda, said to her ex-husband’s second wife, a woman who had everything to do with the breakup of her marriage. For years, Lucinda had agonized over what she would say to wife number
fact, one of the first conversations we ever had was in the bathroom on our freshman hall. She emerged from a stall, pumping her fist, announcing, “I got my period!” I laughed and told her congratulations, feeling in awe of a girl who would be so open with a virtual stranger. Jess has mostly been on the pill since that incident at Princeton, but she consistently forgets to take it. She’ll look down at her packet of pills and exclaim, “Shit! What’s today? Wednesday?” and notice that the last
reasonable. I’m going to tell him that I want to sell the house and split everything. And, of course, I want custody of the kids…That could be the biggest sticking point.” “Are you sure this is what you want?” I say, feeling a wave of intense grief as I think of those three kids being shuttled back and forth between two houses. Of Maura saying good-bye to her children on Christmas morning when they leave to open presents at their daddy’s. I wonder if there is even a small possibility that Scott
of her hair is spiked with static electricity. I finally break her concentration and say, “What’s so interesting out there, Zoe?” She turns, runs over to the bed, and says, “It’s snowing, Aunt Claudia!” “Really?” I say. “Yeah! Come look,” she says. I follow her over to the window, remembering how thrilling snowfalls were as a child. Now snow simply signals inconvenience, particularly in a city that quickly turns into a dirty, slushy, slow-moving mess. But I forget all of this as I look