Peter sighed and stared out the window beyond his desk in his office. His life wasn't going the way he wanted it to even though he seemingly had everything he could ever want. Last week had been his 55th birthday and he'd be alone. Well at the very end of the night at least. He'd already been through 4 wives, with each relationship seemingly becoming shallower than the last. As the founder and CEO of a major investment firm that umbrellaed the operations of several major tech, biotech, and manufacturing companies, Peter had all the money he could ever want. And after each wife left or he let them know he was finished, another incredibly beautiful, plastic surgery filled, covered in makeup gold-digger would show up in his life looking for a good time. The relationships weren't that bad if he was being honest with himself, he just got bored, and so did his ex-wives; he'd throw himself into work and distance himself even more, and they would distance themselves too.
Plus, there was the worst detail of all: no babies. As Peter got older and older, he longed for regular family. He wanted his own children, especially a son - someone to pass along all of his knowledge, his company, the empire he spent his lifetime building too. Someone to love and guide. But each wife was unable to conceive. He'd been to various doctors over the years and tried different procedures - none of them worked for him or any of his ex-wives. One of his ex's had even gone on to have 2 kids with her next husband. Oh, he'd been hurt when he learned that.
Deciding he needed to take a break and get some fresh air, he stepped out of his office building to go for a walk. "Just clear your head then get back to it," he thought to himself. As he walked down the street, his mind wandered from work again, "Maybe I just need to get laid. How long has it been again?" Lost in his own thoughts, Peter just kept walking and didn't notice the oddly dressed old lady beckoning him into her store that he was walking by.
"Oh, it's a baby you want, eh? Better come in son" The older, grey-haired lady told him as she looked him in the eye and gestured into her small store. Peter, jerked out of his thoughts and back to reality, stopped in his tracks. Looking at the front of the store, he saw that the store front was labeled "Enda's Fortune Telling: Nothin' but the Truth!" With advertisements on the window for seemingly all the different mumbo jumbo: "Palm Reading, Chakra Alignment, Crystal Healing Sessions, Crystal Ball Reading, Dream Interpretations..."
Too shocked for words, Peter took a step towards the shop and the old lady and got gestured into the store again. "That's it dear, come in and let's chat" the old lady said.
"Oh well, what's the harm?" Peter thought to himself and stepped in the store.
Taking a seat in a big cushy looking old armchair just inside the store, the old lady - Edna apparently - sat in an armchair opposite him.
"Sorry, how?..." Peter started to say to Edna