“Hey, boss!” Armando shouts. “Was that anything like the morning sickness you went through?”
Slay cocks a brow. “Morning sickness.”
Armando laughs. “Yeah, some men?—”
“Shut it!” Carl warns.
“—get morning sickness around pregnant women?—”
Carl sighs, shaking his head in frustration.
“Is that why Carl kept getting sick all the time?” Vanessa asks.
“It was so bad, he made me puke,” Samantha says with a giggle. “Yet he still let me stay.”
“You were doing good work, so it was a small sacrifice.”
“Who’s next?” Bianca chirps.
Because we’re all idiots, every Hunk raises their hand.
Jacek is chosen, and Cassie helps strap on the labor simulator. He screams even louder than Carl, which I didn’t think was possible. I can’t help but wonder how he’s going to feel when it’s posted on Cassie’s Chatter account, which it undoubtedly will.
Vanessa live streams occasionally during the party, which we don’t mind. She’s blown up in the influencer world, and we all benefit from it.
The rest of the Hunks take their turn, me being the last. Thinking nothing of it, I strap on the device, only to be brought to my knees when it suddenly tightens every muscle in my abdomen and back.
The pain damn near blinds me, and just when I’m about to plant face-first onto the cement, it ceases.
I collapse, gasping for breath.
The guys give me shit, which I’ve earned because I was smack-talking the entire time, not expecting to be humbled.
Next, we compete to see who can finish a baby bottle first. It’s no surprise that Slay wins with how competitive he is.
“Cake!” Dorrine shouts as my mother plates slices.
Because we’re a few weeks out from little droid’s birth, the Westons invited my family to stay at their guest house. Since my sister works from home, they accepted, and my nieces have been having a blast swimming, playing with ‘Uncle Elliot’, and eating far too much junk than what’s appropriate.
But everyone gets along, fitting into each other’s lives like family. Sam’s father even took over my Momma’s medical billsituation, telling her not to sign the NDA so he could get her a proper payout.
It’s safe to say we’ll never have to worry about her medical expenses again.
“I can’t believe you didn’t find out the sex,” Maria huffs as she forks a bite of cake into her mouth.
“It’ll be the best surprise of our lives,” I tell her.
“Do you plan on settling down? Or are you going to force Samantha and the baby to live out of an RV?”
“As long as I’m with the Hunks, the RV stays.”
Elliot comes over, stretching his arms up in the air. “Personally, I’m glad he has the RV.”
“And why is that?” Maria asks.
“Because I just signed a contract with Carl to do a one-month stint and I really don’t want to sleep in a bunk.”
My jaw drops.
