"Yeah, I know," Kevin said. "She said that she told me now because he was asking about his dad... so she wanted to tell me, to see if I would, you know... answer his questions." He smiled at the memory of actually meeting Elliot, which felt oddly like a long time ago now, even though it had only been this afternoon. "He's a pretty brilliant kid. Well, I mean, he's mine, so what else would you expect?"
He laughed and curled closer against her. He didn't want to be angry at Shane, didn't want to be upset about any of it, but maybe he would be once the shock had worn off. It had been hard to be angry once he'd met Elliot, and it was hard to be angry that it hadn't happened sooner right now, when he was here with Su. A few years ago, he would have been able to pack his bags and go to Germany to be a father; now he couldn't, for more than one reason.
He'd quieted for a moment to hear her explanation, and then burst out laughing again, resting his head against hers. "She and I might as well have licked an envelope and sent off for an egg from a stork for all I know," he said. It was hard to imagine Shane pregnant, Shane going through labor, Shane with an infant. Hard to imagine himself being a part of that, too. But it was too late for any of that now, so imagining it was probably pointless.