I nodded, setting the coffee on my desk and taking a couple of deep breaths.
“You don’t look okay,” Ripley said.
“Wyatt?” Calvin pressed, and I promptly puked into my trash can. Thank god it was lined.
“Oh my god!” Ripley cooed, then began to gag. “Sorry. When someone pukes, I kind of have to as well.”
“Out!” I ordered, continuing to lose my breakfast into my garbage can.
They both scurried out of my office, but Calvin returned a few minutes later with a box of garbage bags, a Sprite and saltines, and a brand-new garbage can.
I noticed he’d donned a pair of rubber gloves that were two sizes too big for his hands and I tried not to laugh because the man sweetly covered the soiled can with a garbage bag, then double bagged it and took it away.
“I love you!” I called and opened the Sprite, sipping it and letting out a sigh of relief as it calmed my stomach.
Calvin came back in, sans rubber gloves, and set a liner in the new garbage can and I smiled up at him. “You’re getting a raise.”
He grinned. “Of course I am. You couldn’t live without me.”
“It’s so, so true.”
“Want me to get Ripley?” he asked.
“Yes, please.”
He nodded and he retrieved my second in command and they sat in their same chairs again.
“So…,” I started. “I’m pregnant.”
“Holy shit,” Ripley said, at the same time Calvin said, “Wow.”
“Is it Thorne Graves’s?” Ripley asked.
“Yes. We’re actually engaged,” I said.
Calvin let out a squeal, jumping up and circumventing my desk, pulling me in for a hug. “Oh my god, I love babies! Congratulations.”
I smiled. “Thanks.”
“Can you give us a few, Calvin,” Ripley asked, and Calvin nodded, leaving the room.
“Rip—”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Honey, I just found out a few days ago. I have kind of been processing all of it.”
“Last I heard, you dumped Thorne.”
“Yeah, well, he’s worked hard to apologize, and I love him, so…” I sighed. “I’ve been processing all of that as well.”
I studied her, not entirely sure what to say. She was as close to a best friend as I’d ever had, but I still felt it hard to share intimate details with her. With anyone, really.
Except Sundance, maybe.
“Oh. My. God. Iknewit,” she breathed out, her face breaking out into a shit-eating grin as she jumped up from her chair and started to dance around my office. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!”
I blinked up at her as she rushed me, pulling me up from my chair and wrapping her arms around me. “You finally got you some, sweetcheeks, and there isn’t anyone who deserves happy more than you.”
