“Getting her hair dyed, and honestly, I think she forgot you had practice.”
“She didn’t forget, it was just too much trouble to pick me up today. She wants to look good in case you go into labor early.” He rolled his eyes at the thought.
“What the hell?”
“You know, in case she’s in a birth announcement photo or something that makes its way to social media.”
“No pictures of me or my baby better make it to social media.”
“You’re going to have to figure shit out about that, Vi. Mom and Dad are about to be first-time grandparents. They’re going to want to show the baby off to everyone.”
I knew Drake was right, but that didn’t mean I had to be excited about it.
“I need to run by my place first. Since I have to take you home, might as well get that pack-in-play Mom wants to keep at the house for when the baby comes.”
My brother raised a brow in question.
“What?”
“Are you nesting or something?”
“What in the hell do you know about nesting, Drake?”
“I don’t know. I read some shit somewhere.”
My brother rolled his shoulder and massaged it as he winced. I knew better than to ask if he was injured, though. He would tell me if it was more than normal workout soreness.
“You read some shit somewhere. Way to go, Uncle Drake. I’m going to put out a bad word jar.”
“You do realize you cussed before and after me, right?”
“Shit!”
“And again,” Drake teased.
“Yeah, I know. Damnit.”
My little brother laughed at my inability to curb my own horrible language. It was all my fault. I had stopped taking clients a month ago when I realized how difficult it was getting to put everything together when I planned parties. I was very physically involved before my pregnancy, and it wasn’t possible any longer. I also didn’t have the luxury of training someone new so late in the game.
“I blame the lack of adult conversations I have now.”
My brother didn’t respond at first and then he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “You know I’m here if you ever want to talk about anything, right?”
“Okay, well, I was thinking about trying a natural birth without drugs.”
“Nope. Anything but that. We’re not going to talk about the baby coming out of your body at all.”
“Why not? It’s natural!”
“Nope. Not going to do it. La, la,la,la,la.” The jerk stuck his fingers in his ears as I parked my car in front of my apartment.
“I’ll be back in just a minute,” I told Drake.
“I’m going to lay down in the back seat. My shoulder hurts like a bitch.”
“You can’t sit upright because your shoulder hurts?”
“Shoulder makes my neck hurt. Hurts to sit up,” he explained. I felt bad for Drake because he worked his ass off on the team and it showed in the way he played but also in the toll it took on his body.
