He nods. “Yeah, but the doc gave her the okay to keep doing what she’s doing, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why are you overthinking it?”
I grimace.
Why am I?
I don’t really know.
“The thought of her going on tour, where I’m too far away to be there for her, is fucking terrifying.”
“Yeah, but when you’re married to strong women like we are, you have to let go.”
I grunt. “Easier said than done.”
“For sure. But still necessary if you don’t want to wind up divorced.”
I sigh. “I know. That’s what kills me. Is it too much to ask for her to just lie around on the couch eating bonbons all day? Just for the next seven months?”
He snorts out a laugh. “Um, you’re not actually dumb enough to say that out loud, are you?”
“No,” I mutter.
“Why are we asking Lexi to eat bonbons for the next seven months?” Tore Brekken, one of our teammates, asks curiously.
Shit.
“Wait, is she pregnant?” His eyes widen.
“Shut up!” I don’t mean to snap, but we’d agreed not to tell people, and I inadvertently just did.
“Sorry.” He lowers his voice. “Everything okay? I didn’t think you guys were ready?”
“We’re not. But she is. And don’t fucking tell anyone yet.”
“Of course not. But it’s a good thing. Right?”
“Tell that to her band, who just booked a year-long headlining tour.”
He grimaces. “Oh, shit. They pissed?”
“Not at all. They’ve been great. But she’s freaking out, determined to go on tour for as long as she can. And if I know her, she’ll be on stage when her water breaks, and won’t even tell anyone until the show is over.”
“But she’ll be pregnant way longer than we’ll be in the post-season,” he reasons. “You can go with her.”
“Yeah, until September. But then what? She’s not due until Christmas, and I’ll be on the road again.”
“I really think you need to talk to her,” Anton says. “Like, have a heart-to-heart. I’m sure you two can compromise.”
“I tried, but she didn’t let me get in a word edgewise. She’s making plans B, C, and D, and then actually thinks she’ll be ready to go back on tour six weeks after she has the baby.”
“Oh. Shit.” Tore makes a face. “That’s, uh, not realistic.”
“I know. That’s why I’m freaking out.”
“Even with a normal birth, with no C-section or complications, she’ll need six weeks just to get over the physical trauma of birth. No way she’ll be in shape to tour.”
