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XANDER
"Ho, ho, ho, mothertruckers!" I yell as I make my way to the kitchen for breakfast.
Kadi gives me a look. "Christmas is over, and that's almost a swear."
"But it's not," I smirk.
"I could still make you pay half," she threatens.
"Dude," I say looking at Jace, "Your kid is an extortionist."
Jace smiles. "She does me proud."
"Yeah, sure," I scoff. "Until you're on the receiving end of it."
Summer laughs. "Thatis the truth."
Jace frowns. "You're supposed to be on my side,wife."
"I'm always honest. You know this," she reminds him.
I wince. "Don't ever ask her things you don't want to know the truth to." She's brutal.
"Trust me. I don't," he states.
"He learned that the hard way," Summer teases, then winces.
"You okay?" Jace asks as Summer rubs her swollen belly.
"Yeah, just a bit of those Braxton-Hicks."
Lucy groans. "Those suck so bad. Why? Why do we need fake contractions when the real ones are bad enough?"
Summer lets out a breath, still rubbing her belly. "That's the truth. I should have read the pregnancy booksbeforegetting pregnant."
"If you did that, no woman would ever have babies," Mrs. Martinez interjects.
Tera sits down with baby Josie strapped to her chest. "Thatis the truth."
"There are a lot of truths being told today," Kennedy remarks.
Summer adjusts herself again and I narrow my eyes. "Are you sure it's just the fake ones? You're looking pretty uncomfortable, Sum."
She blows out an exhausted breath. "From your lips to God's ears, Xan. I feel like I've been pregnantforever, and I'm three days overdue. This baby is going to be overcooked, and I'm going to be too tired to take care of him or her."
"It's a boy," I announce. Summer and Jace know the sex of the baby, but they aren't telling anyone. "You know it's a boy. I'm always right."
Jesse rolls his eyes. "You didn't know there werefourbabies in Lucy's belly."
"Well, how was I supposed to know that?" I scoff. “Where are the four heathens anyway?”
Lucy looks down and takes a bite of a muffin. “They’re with mama, papa, and the nannies.”
“They doing something special?” I can see she’s hiding something. She can never meet my gaze when she is.
“Yeah, yeah,” she tucks her hair behind her ear, “they took a trip.”
