Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Who’s lucky?” Brienne asks as she nudges in beside me. The wink of her massive diamond makes me smile. Drake’s proposal was perfect and Brienne’s been walking around on cloud nine.
“Your future sister-in-law,” Ava quips, shooting me a wink. “She said she gets to raid your closet.”
Brienne shrugs. “Any of you can raid my closet.”
Ava’s eyes widen. “I’m so there.”
Tillie pouts. “I’m too short and curvy, but I appreciate the generosity.”
“I’ve totally got stuff that would fit you,” Brienne scoffs. “Maybe not the length of my pants but tops for sure.”
“Party at Brienne’s house to steal all her designer clothes,” Tillie yells to the other women and we all laugh.
Once everyone has a plate and we’re all huddled around two side-by-side high tops, Harlow demands to hear more about Drake’s proposal. I listen with a smile on my face, not just from the romanticism of how my brother pulled that off, but also because Bain was involved. It was hilarious he switched out the ring and almost gave Drake a heart attack, but just standing in that kitchen doorway, hand on my hip while we watched my brother seal his destiny, was special. Bain probably had a million other things he could have been doing that would have been to his liking, but he chose to be there with me and my family.
“Okay… enough about Brienne,” Jenna says, her eyes landing on me and sticking. “The more interesting story is that somehow Bain and Kiera have been canoodling behind everyone’s back and she got knocked up.”
Yeah… the secret is fully out of the bag. Bain pretty much ensured the players knew and I sent a text to my girls on our group thread. There was no easy way to say it, but I gave a fairly lengthy explanation of casual hookup to an oopsie to trying for a relationship. Of course, the thread blew up and there were lots of questions, but this is the first time we’ve all been face to face.
“Do you even know how far along you are?” Sophie asks.
“Not sure. My guess is we got pregnant the very first time, so around seven weeks. We see the OB-GYN tomorrow.”
“It’s so exciting,” Tillie chirps. She’s the cheerleader of our group. “What does it feel like? Do you have any symptoms?”
“Yeah,” I reply with a wink. “I’m hornier than normal.”
Stevie was unfortunately taking a sip of her beer at that point and she chokes. Danica pounds her on the back while asking a follow-up question. “Any weird cravings?”
“Sex,” I reply with a grin. “But also food. I’m so hungry, but that’s probably psychosomatic.”
“Hopefully you won’t get morning sickness too bad,” Danica says. “It’s the pits.”
“My tummy feels off at times, but I can’t tell if that’s morning sickness or just the mix of excitement and all-consuming terror.”
The women cast me sympathetic smiles and Brienne hooks her arm around my shoulders to squeeze me. “You got this. You are one badass woman and we’re all here to support you.”
There’s a chorus of affirmations from the others and more questions thrown at me.
“Will you find out the gender of the baby tomorrow?” Jenna asks.
“What do you want… a boy or a girl?” This from Stevie.
Sophie nudges me with her elbow. “How excited is Bain?”
I go around the table nodding at each woman who asked the question. “I’m not sure. I’m not sure. I’m not sure.”
Brienne laughs. “You’ll figure it out.”
“They did say when I made the appointment that we’d be able to see the little niblet. The nurse said they’ll most likely use a transvaginal ultrasound wand since I’m pretty early.”
Stevie winces.
“Just think of it like a sex toy,” Tillie says.
Laughing, I hold my taco in front of my mouth, indicating I want to eat. But not before I say, “I’m sure Bain’s going to have loads of jokes for the doctor tomorrow when he uses it on me.”
“You better have Bain start minding his tongue,” Danica warns with a grin. “Babies start hearing sounds from the outside world at eighteen weeks.”
I roll my eyes. “Trying to get him to stop dirty talk would be like trying to stop the flow of water over the edge of a cliff.”
Jenna sighs. “I love it when Gage talks dirty.”
All of us go silent, our gazes snapping to her with mouths open. Gage is like the nicest, most upstanding man in the world. He’s the epitome of a cinnamon roll guy. I’m not sure any of us have even heard him cuss before.
“He dirty talks?” Stevie asks with wide eyes.
Jenna blushes and ducks her head. “Forget I said that.”
“Oh, no you don’t.” Brienne wags her finger. “Spill the details.”
While we eat delicious food, we share laughs, give unsolicited advice and poke fun at one another. I’m not sure how I got to be so lucky to land in the midst of these women, but they’re my tribe.