Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“I want to hear the tea,” Erin says, waggling her eyebrows. “Yes, please.”
We have the best time making enchiladas with chips and salsa in Polly’s massive, amazing, gorgeous kitchen, and then we take our drinks and dessert of lemon cupcakes from The Sugar Studio to the game room, where some of us play pool and others lounge on couches.
“Why are my feet so swollen?” Polly asks the room at large. “Like, they’re huge. And it’s not hot outside or anything. It’s dumb.”
“Because you’re going to have a little baby,” I remind her and smile at her bump. “Tell me again why we don’t know the sex?”
“Oh, there was sex,” Erin says with a wise nod, making me snort with laughter.
“Jesus Christ,” Millie mutters, making me grin.
“Because we want to be surprised,” Polly answers and rubs her belly again. “I don’t care if it’s a girl or a boy, as long as it’s healthy.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Summer replies, rolling her eyes. “But there are certain besties who would like to buy pink or blue shit, Poll. If that’s a girl in there, I want to buy frilly things. Like, all the frilly things in the world. You’re stealing that from me.”
“No, I’m not,” Polly says with a laugh. “You can buy things after it’s born. Besides, we don’t need anything. I don’t want you guys to spend your money on us. Ryan—”
“He may be rich,” I say, interrupting her, “and that’s great for you, but honey, we’re your friends, and we want to buy stuff for you. Because we’re your village, and that’s what we do.”
“Don’t make me cry.” Polly rests her head back on the couch. “For the love of God, don’t make the waterworks start because it’s hard to make them stop.”
“Did you have a huge baby shower and a million gifts when you were having Daisy, Abbi?” Millie asks, stuffing a cupcake into her mouth.
And suddenly, all of the laughter leaves me, and I’m reminded of what Daisy and I didn’t have before we came here.
“No.” I shake my head and pour myself another margarita. “No gifts.”
“Not one gift?” Erin demands.
“I didn’t have family,” I remind them. “And Nate’s family wasn’t exactly pleased that I got knocked up and was trapping him into marriage.”
“Bullshit,” Millie bites out, clearly pissed on my behalf.
“It’s fine. Nate and I were able to buy everything we needed. But you,” I turn to Polly, “have people, and those people love you.”
“I know,” she says, blowing out a breath. “And I love you all, too. Summer, are you guys going to find out what you’re having?”
Summer grins and rubs her own smaller baby bump. “It’s a boy.”
“Oh, my God!”
My eyes sting with tears as I grin at my friend. There are hugs and smiles, and then Polly breaks down into tears.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“Well, now I want to know, too.”
I can’t help but laugh at that. “But Ryan wants to wait?”
“No, I’m the dumbass who said we should wait, and Ryan just gives me whatever I want. I’m a complete idiot.”
“You can call them in the morning,” Erin reminds her, “and ask them. I’m sure they’ve already noted the sex somewhere, because although they didn’t tell you, they still saw it.”
“That’s true,” Millie says. “Just call them.”
“A baby boy,” Erin says, reaching for Summer’s hand. “That’s so exciting. Do you know what you might name him?”
“We have a list of things that we don’t hate. So far, we’re thinking about Devin, Lincoln, or August.”
“Oh, I like all of those,” Millie says and sips her margarita.
I’m feeling fuzzy. More than tipsy but not shitfaced.
And that means that I’ll probably want to fall asleep soon.
“You guys, I hate to do this, but I think I need to go to bed.”
“I didn’t want to be the first one to tap out,” Erin says. “The pregnant girls beat us!”
With a snort, we stand and walk through the house to the wing of guest rooms. Yes, the wing of guest rooms.
This house is ridiculously big.
When I’m tucked inside of my little room, I pull out my phone and call Brady.
“Abs?” He sounds sleepy, and I kick myself for not texting first. “You okay, baby?”
“Yeah, sorry.” I sound a little slurry. “I shoulda texted, but I’m drunk.”
He sniffs, and I can hear the bed rustling. “You’re drunk? Where’s Daisy?”
“Hey, I’m not a bad mom. She’s with your mom, if you must know. We had a girls’ night at Polly’s house, and I’m staying here because I can’t even walk a straight line.”
“Oh, good.” I can practically hear him relax. “I’m glad you’re safe. Did you have fun?”
“It’s always fun when we’re together. What are you doing? I bet you look hot, no matter what it is.”
He chuckles. “I was sleeping, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. I woke you up. You should go back to sleep and ignore me.”