“Sorry,” he murmured. “But if she’s a cloud spirit, couldn’t she just…you know, float away?”
The coach curled his fingers around the grip of his baseball bat. “Normally, yeah. But see…she’s in a delicate condition. It wouldn’t be safe.”
“A delicate…” Frank’s eyes widened. “She’s going to have a baby? You’re going to be a dad?”
“Shout it a little louder,” Hedge grumbled. “I don’t think they heard you in Croatia.”
Frank couldn’t help grinning. “But, Coach, that’s awesome! A little baby satyr? Or maybe a nymph? You’ll be a fantastic dad.”