I lay my head on her shoulder. “I know you do. I’m sure it’s just a first trimester thing.”
“And the worst part, I can’t even have concession stand hot dogs. Do you think if Dex grills them they’d be okay?”
My laugh comes and I instantly feel a little lighter. It’s not something that happens often, but my sister and Lucie seem to have this ability to make me feel better without hardly doing anything. It’s as if their energy alone fills my cup even just a smidge.
“Poor pregnant Princess Peach, you ready to start cussing more now?”
“Thinking about it,” Lucie mumbles.
I find the courage to pick myself off the floor then hold out my hand to help Lucie. “Come on, your kid’s probably working on that right now, and I fear Daddy Dex might not be enough to get them to stop.”
Lucie takes my hand. “And you think I will?”
“Luce, you’re marrying and knocked up by their grumpy coach—I think you might out rank Callie on the fear factor scale now.”
Lucie laughs. “Dex isn’t grumpy anymore, or their coach either, technically.”
“Only helping prove my point. Your sweetness is scary.”
“Goodness, you all really need to toughen up.” Lucie waves me off and starts back out toward the party. She looks back over her shoulder and drops the pitch of her voice. “If I was really that scary, I would have you giving Beck a chance by now.”
“And if you weren’t pregnant, I’d kick your ass.”
“But I am. Oh, do I have a nine-month pass for being pushy? Think I could push you all the way to a date with Beck?”
“I don’t know…we could have a double date. Do you want green olives or banana peppers on your pizza? Maybe both with some artichokes?—”
Lucie puts her hand on her chest and makes a gurgling noise. “Okay, stop, please.”
We walk into the living room, and my eyes immediately find Beck completely captivated by what Miles is telling him. “Right back at you, Luce.”
Chapter 6
Beck
Ah, Tuesdays, a.k.a. the day Jensen and I go on a run together. Or, well, we usually run together.
For the past several weeks I’ve gotten used to finding Jensen stalling with stretches until I get there. She claims she’s not waiting on me, but she doesn’t seem to stretch for much longer after I arrive.
But today there was no Jensen stretching. No Dottie to bark in excitement when I get there. Whether she wants to blame it on exhaustion or not, I could tell something was off with her last night…
Maybe she started without me? It wouldn’t be the first time, I guess, even though it hasn’t been our normal lately.
By my third mile, I’m starting to think she outright ditched me. I push harder for one more mile and still no Jensen. Fuck.
Cooling down, I call Callie.
“Hey, Beck, what’s up?” she answers with an exasperated breath.
Dear god. “You know you don’t have to answer the phone when you and Anderson are going at, right? Or is he that boring in bed?”
“We’re done, actually.” Callie laughs while Will yells a threat I can barely make out in the background. “And don’t mess with me, Beck, you know I have zero filter. I’ll recount it in heavy detail.”
My laugh comes next. “I’ll pass. I have a different favor to ask you.”
Will’s voice comes through the line next. “Answer it and hang up, baby, or your phone is going in the shower with you.”
“You heard the man, whatcha need?”
