Most of the guys murmur the appropriateawws.
Fletcher coughs.
Holt purses his lips together like he’s trying not to beam with pride about his nickname for the baby.
“When are you due?” Silas asks me.
“Early February.”
“Nice. Baby with a new season.”
“My goodness, gentlemen, what is going on here?” Mom says over the crowd.
“Ziggy got her ultrasound,” Miranda says.
“What? Where?”
The men part, and Mom bustles in. “Ziggy. Oh my word, is that my grandbaby?”
“It is,” I confirm.
Mom takes one look at the picture and bursts into tears.
“Mom—” I start.
“Deedee—” Miranda adds, getting to her first for a hug.
“My baby’s having ababy,” Mom wails.
“Happens to a lot of women,” I say as I reach her and wrap my arms around both of them, turning this into a group hug.
“Whoa, whoa, what’s going on here?” I hear Dad say out in the hallway.
“We’re celebrating that we’re gonna be uncles, sir,” Crew says.
Holt and Fletcher share a look.
Holt limps back further against the opposite wall.
Still in the boot if he’s limping.
I think.
Dammit.
Poor guy. The boot sucks.
Fletcher angles in front of him.
“Better be all that’s going on,” Dad says, making my shoulders tighten. “Why’s my wife crying?”
“She’s happy,” I report.
“Are we gonna have to throw a baby shower?” Tatum says to Porter. “I don’t know how to throw a baby shower.”
“I’m planning the baby shower,” Miranda says.
“Brittany had three baby showers for Hallie,” Silas says.
