“Aww.” Claire continued to croon and coo at the screen of the phone. “I want one.” “You want one of those things?” I gaped at her. “Are you feeling okay?” “Me too,” Shannon admitted with a wistful sigh. “I want two.” “Two’s a good number,” Johnny agreed. “But three’s better.” “Jesus Christ, it’s contagious!” Snatching the phone out of Claire’s hand, I tossed it back to Shannon. “Here, put that phone away before that baby’s picture causes an epidemic.”
