“You’ve got a baby bump!” Shea yells.
I laugh. “My belly seems to have exploded overnight.”
“That’s just how it happens,” Lucy tells me.
Meggie and Trace come walking in and Meggie stands stock still.
“What is it?” Trace asks. He looks around then rolls his eyes and keeps walking.
“Is that…” Meggie begins, “Carter Winters?”
I nod.
“TheCarter Winters?”
I nod again.
“I need to sit down. Then I need to touch his biceps. Then I need an autograph. In that order. Help me,” she pleads, and Trace takes pity on her. He hoists her over his shoulder and leads her to the patio where everyone is headed.
We hang out all afternoon with the Winters’. It’s so amazing that my two best friends got married. I knew they’d had random hookups in college, but I didn’t know it ended up being so much more than that. I think they were afraid to tell me. I reassured them there was no need for that.
Tomorrow we fly to Chicago, but before that I have something I need to do and I want to do it before it gets dark.
“Xander?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“Can we go somewhere? Do we have to let someone know or can we just go? There’s something I want to do,” I tell him. Shea and Carter look at me just as funny as Xander does. They’re all confused. But it’ll become clear before long.
“I’ll just let security know. They’ll drive us. We always have at least two with us everywhere we go,” Xan tells me.
I nod. “Okay. Good.”
“Where are we going?” Shea asks.
I just look at her. Understanding dawns and she hugs me.
“Will Carter be okay?” I ask.
She nods. “I think so, but I’ll give him a head’s up in case he’d rather not go.”
“Okay.”
“Um, is there something someone wants to tell us?” Meggie asks, holding up a positive pregnancy test.
Lucy gasps. “It’s not mine!”
Jesse lets out a breath of relief. “Thank fuck for that.”
“So, whose is it?” Trace asks.
Lucy looks around the room, eyeing Sera, Summer, and Meggie closely. “That’s a really good question.”
“It’d be best if whoever it is just confesses. That way Lucy will stop giving everyone those looks like you stole the last cookie from the cookie jar,” Jesse informs us.
“Well, it’s not mine. You already know I’m pregnant,” I confess.
Trace looks at Meggie. “It’s not yours, is it?”
