What about Noah?
You’re in your last day of camp and you’re texting me baby names still? I thought we were talking about this when you got home tomorrow.
We are. But I thought of that one and I didn’t want to forget it because I left my baby name notebook in my room.
You could’ve made a note.
True.Or I could text it to you so I know if it deserves a spot in the notebook.
I like it. Maybe a little too popular, but it can definitely go on the short list.
See. This is why I messaged you. And because I love you and miss you.
See you tomorrow? You’ll be home around noon, right?
Eleven fifty-five if I have my way. I can’t wait.
Same. I love you.
Love you more
“I’d roll my eyes if I wasn’t so happy for you.”
“Oh shush,” I say to Shelby as I heave myself up into her SUV. “Shouldn’t you be happy that not only did I listen to your advice, but your advice has me in a healthy and loving relationship?”
“I should, and I am, but I didn’t know it came with all this lovey-dovey, hearts-in-eyes, shit.”
“Well you better get used to it since you’re officially moving here!”
I do a happy dance—as much as I can do at twenty-nine weeks pregnant. I know I still have a ways to go, but holy shit how can I get bigger?
“Yay… I’m moving to Nashville…” I don’t know if Shelby could’ve said those words in a more dead-panned tone. “Get ready, Music City. Here I come…”
“Can I ask you a question?”
She turns out of the parking lot of the department store we were shopping at for cleaning supplies for her, and baby clothes for me. “Is it about me moving here?”
“Partly.”
“Then no.”
“Too bad,” I say, adjusting myself so I can watch her answer. Shelby plays things close to the vest, even with me and Hannah, so getting any read on her always helps when I know she’s going to want to hold back. “Why do you hate Nashville so much?”
It’s a question I’ve wanted to ask her for years. I remember when I told her I was following in Beau’s footsteps and going to Vanderbilt, I remember the scowl that crossed her face like I ran over her driver.
Which is a big deal. It’s her favorite club.
“I don’t hate Nashville per se,” she says, her knuckles becoming white as she grips the steering wheel. “It’s… the people.”
I wasn’t expecting that answer. “People? Who are people? Because I thought the only people you knew here were me and Beau?”
“Out of those two you’re the only one I like,” she says.
“Wait. Are you telling me that you don’t come here because of my brother?”
Her shoulders slump and she lets go of the wheel with her right hand to reach over and take mine. “I love you. I love you like the sister I never had. And it’s because of that love why I haven’t come here.”
“You’re going to have to explain yourself because I’m not following.”
