Miles jumps in. “Since when do you turn down mimosas?”
“You love them,” Brody adds, turning to face her fully. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
He knows something I don’t. He has to.
Because I feel totally clueless right now…
Until Georgia’s hand comes to rest on her stomach, light and unthinking, like she’s done it a thousand times before. Her eyes go soft, and for a second, she looks so vulnerable.
No way. There’s no way.
She looks at all three of us, then lets out a nervous giggle. “I’m fine. Really. I just can’t drink for a while.”
The words hang in the air.
Miles, always the fastest on the uptake, sets down his fork, glasses sliding down his nose. “Wait.”
Brody’s jaw drops. “Are you…?”
I feel my heart trip over itself. “Georgia?”
She nods and then says it with a heavy breath. “I’m pregnant.”
The world blanks for a second, and my head spins.
She’s pregnant. She’s having a baby.Weare going to be fathers.
Miles is the first to recover. He takes off his glasses, wipes them, then puts them back on and blinks hard. “How long have you known?”
“A week,” Georgia says. “Maybe less. I wanted to be sure.”
Brody reaches across the table, gripping her hand. “Are you… are you happy?”
She laughs, a little teary, but radiant. “I’mreallyhappy, actually.”
I just stare at her, brain going a million miles a minute, and then I start to laugh, because if I don’t, I’ll cry from sheer happiness.
“Who’s the…?” Miles starts, then trails off, realizing the stupidity of the question.
Georgia just grins. “It doesn’t matter. It’s us. All of us.”
We stare, the three of us, and then I start clapping, slow and dramatic, and it breaks the tension. Georgia laughs, and Brodyjoins in, and even Miles cracks a smile, shaking his head at my silliness.
“We’re going to be dads,” Brody says, voice reverent.
Miles smiles, eyes shining. “Fuck yeah, we are.”
I reach for Georgia’s hand, and she squeezes tight, as emotion floods my chest. “You’re going to be the best mom in the entire world.”
She leans in, kissing each of us in turn, and for a minute, we’re just a mess of sappy grins and watery eyes.
“Are you guys really ready for this?” she asks, just as I thumb a tear from her cheek. “Because we have to raise a baby in this mess of us.”
We nod in unison.
Because abso-fucking-lutely we are.
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