Her eyes go misty. “Oh my god,yes.”
Laney squeals.
I squeal.
Sabrina laughs and lets me wipe her eyes while she feeds the baby. “I never wanted this, butI love him so much,” she tells us.
“Welcome to the club,” Laney replies with a laugh. “If you’d told me twenty years ago we’d be sitting here in a cabin thatTheorebuilt withyour husbandandJonas Rutherfordwhile we all fuss over our kids…”
“I can’t believe you got married,” I squeal again.
“I’m sorry we didn’t invite you two,” Sabrina says. “But it was—”
“Exactly how you needed and wanted your wedding to be,” Laney interrupts. “Don’t worry. We’ll throw a party for you.”
Sabrina smiles. “That’s the best part anyway. Far less ugly crying and real emotions.”
Laney slides me a look. “And how’s life with our favorite movie star for you?”
“Just lacking a ring to make an engagement official,” I whisper.
And now it’s my two best friends who are squealing over me.
“Stop, stop.” I wave a hand with a laugh, pulling Laney’s little girl closer with my other arm. I can’t get enough of this newbornstage, before she’s figured out if she’ll be like Theo and wreak havoc on the town or like Laney, quiet and reserved and rule-following, or somewhere in between. “We’re enjoying you two being mothers first.”
“No, we’re enjoyingallof us being happy,” Laney corrects.
“And you being involved with someone who worships the ground you walk on,as it should be,” Sabrina agrees.
“I think we’ve all found partners who worship the ground we walk on. Andthat’sas it should be.”
“When’s the wedding?” Laney asks.
“Where’sthe wedding?” Sabrina corrects.
“We arenotdoing a destination wedding.” I shudder. “Been there, done that.”
“What if it was in Fiji?” Laney counters.
“Where you met?” Sabrina agrees.
“With chickens.”
“In a restored ancient Fijian village.”
“With chickens.”
“I’ll make sure Theo doesn’t sneeze.”
“Unka Theo sneezewoud,” Bash says. “It scare Doko Ono.”
I laugh. “When we figure it out, I promise you’ll be among the first to know.”
“How did he propose?” Laney asks.
I squeeze my lips shut, but I’m still smiling. And then I pointedly look at Bash.
Both of my friends crack up.
