“Drunk Bedlam shenanigans,” I say with a shake of my head.
A quiet laugh leaves him as his eyes drift downward, and when he sees the ring on my finger, his face lights up.
“Holy sh—”
“Shh,” I cut him off, hand over his mouth.
“No, wait. Are you two—”
“We’re just us,” I say because it’s hard to explain. “We’re just… We’re together. We’re just happy being us.”
His gaze softens. “I’m happy for you, Bed,” he says. “You might want to turn that around before my sister sees it, though, because it’s fucking over if she does.”
I laugh. “Yeah, no kidding,” I agree.
“Hey, fam,” Mads says a few feet away.
Reed and I turn, realizing he’s talking to everyone and not just Reed and I.
“Shit, are we doing heartfelt toasts?” Reed asks, standing.
Mads smiles as Andi joins him at his side. “Ah… something like that,” he admits.
Gemma pinches my hip when she reaches me. I lean into her, and she wraps her arm around my shoulders as Mads goes on.
“I just wanted to thank you fuckers for working your asses off the last few months… The album was wrapped up and submitted right before Christmas—”
“Hell yeah,” I say, clapping along with Reed and Zeb.
“Can’t fucking wait to hear the reviews on it,” Reed says.
Zeb whistles. “Don’t we have an interview with that guy soon?”
“Ugh,” Wren mutters, arms over her chest.
I snort.
“Ah, yeah,” Mads says. “We have a lot of interviews coming up in the new year, and like six months off before the summer tour dates.”
“I can’t wait to get back on tour,” Zeb says.
“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you guys about,” Mads says.
My stomach sinks, and I know by the look on Reed and Zeb’s faces that theirs does the same.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“So, I know we were thinking next year we’d do the summer tour to promote the album and then another quick run the following spring, but I…” He looks at Andi, and I almost scream.
Please, please,pleasebe what I think it is.
“Shut all the way the fuck up,” I say out loud, eyes wide as I look between them.
Andi smiles, her cheeks heating.
“No goddamn way,” Reed seems to realize, his face lighting up. “Really?!”
Mads chuckles and kisses Andi’s knuckles. “Yeah,” he says, and I can see the tears in his eyes. “We’re having a kid.”
