“Emanating?” Cristol laughed. “You been studying for the SATs?”
Neither had any doubts about being full-time parents. Other guys Wrangler’s age were dads, and girls younger than Cristol were moms. Teenage moms formed a powerful clique in Azzolla High and Wrangler had many times witnessed how girls that were previously shunned were welcomed into a clique once they flaunted a positive EPT stick. He’d seen envy in Cristol’s eyes whenever they ran into a classmate with a baby bump. He hated seeing her want something so badly and not being able to give it to her. That was going to change, he was going to make every effort to give her the healthy baby she wanted and needed.
“Oh,” chuckled Buck, “her own doctor. We have the best doctors in the whole country right here! You should write that down,” he instructed, pointing a finger at a reporter. He puffed up his chest and looked around for agreement. Seeing an attentive group, he cleared his throat and started making stuff up.