Stay At The Hayes Residence

Spencer’s mother leaned across the heavy mahogany table, her eyes bright with sudden curiosity. The remnants of the lavish dinner sat between them, but her attention was fixed squarely on Desmond and Valerie. "So, Desmond, Valerie," she began, her voice carrying over the fading chatter of the dining room. "Any thoughts on whether you would prefer a boy or a girl in the future?"

Valerie stiffened.