He laughed. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. And if you’re not sleepin’, you need to take some time off work.”
“Honey, pregnant women go to work all the time. If I take time off whenever I’m tired, my company will fail.”
“Talk to Ripley and figure it out.”
“I will, Sunny. I just have to figure out how to tell her I’m pregnant first.”
“Jesus, you haven’t told her yet?”
“Don’t start,” I warned. “She and Calvin are going to freak.”
“You underestimate your friends, Wyatt.”
I sighed. “Maybe so. I’ll do it on Monday.”
“I’m gonna come take you to lunch and I’ll expect it done by the time I get there,” he said. “I’ll have the rock in hand for your approval.”
I chuckled. “You’re a pain in the butt.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“I love you, though.” I gripped his cut. “More than you could ever know.”
“Love you too, baby. Thanks for doin’ this with me.”
He kissed me and we went to find Teddy.
* * *
Monday morning, I walked into work, exhausted but with a full schedule to look forward to, including telling my two best friends I was pregnant.
“Morning, Wyatt,” Calvin said, meeting me in the lobby, and handing me my messages. I still liked paper messages and he gave me copious amounts of shit about it, but I was a tactile person and liked to be able to keep a record.
“Hey, Calvino.”
“You’re in a good mood.”
“When am Inotin a good mood?”
“I love my job, so I’m not going to answer that,” he sassed.
“Smart man.”
“Your first appointment is running late, so you have a half-hour reprieve, but that puts you behind,” he said, walking with me to my office.
“That’s okay.” We stepped into my office and I flipped on the lights before setting my purse on my desk. “I need to talk to you and Ripley anyway.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yep. This’ll be quick.”
“I’ll grab her.” Calvin left, and I fired up my computer and dropped my purse in my drawer while I waited.
Ripley and Calvin walked back in and closed the door, sitting in the chairs across from me. “Got you a coffee,” Ripley said, sliding it across my desk. “What’s up?”
“Thanks,” I said, sipping it and feeling the overwhelming need to vomit.
“Are you okay?” Calvin asked.
