The Dating App Disaster
"You are an angel, Zoey. So does our baby."
Zoey got up and looked at Dionysus' eyes with obvious excitement. "What should we call her? Should we decide on a name now?"
"Her? Do we already know the gender?" Dionysus asked, quite confused.
"Not yet. But, of course. I want a baby girl. I want to dress her up with my designs. You know, stuff like that."
"So, you don't want our baby if it's a boy, then?"
Zoey immediately shook her head. "What? No. I love our baby no matter the gender."