If anything is going to make me figure out a way to turn my head to look at her, it’s that. “Clarify.”
“I haven’t seen him. But I know he’s there.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because every morning there are fucking golf balls in my yard. Golf balls I didn’t hit. Name brand I don’t even play. But you know who does?”
“I’m going to guess Beau Devereaux for a hundred please.”
“Ding fucking ding. Also! Why does he play golf shirtless? No one needs to be on a putting green shirtless.”
“I thought you didn’t see him?”
“I don’t.”
“Clearly you do if you’re seeing him, and looking at him, shirtless.” Fucking with Shelby is something I rarely get to do. It’s pretty fun. “If I saw someone I hated, I’d make sure I did everything in my power to ignore them.”
“He’s right there! How can I ignore him!” she screams, which makes me snicker. “What are you laughing at?”
“Doth protesting a whole lot…”
“Fuck you,” she says, taking a pillow and smacking me on the shoulder. “Go to bed so we can stop talking about this.”
On cue, I let out a massive yawn. “Fine. Sweet dreams. About Beau...”
“You’re making me regret moving here.”
I shrug and slide back down to the bed, readjusting my pregnancy pillow. “You love me.”
“You know I do.”
We each say goodnight as I make sure to do one last check-in with Maddox.
Signing off for the day. Going to sleep. I’ll text you when I wake up.
Okay. I love you. Remember about the plane.
Like I could forget.
I put my phone on the bed and adjust myself one more time, hoping to get comfortable.
Except I never do.
CHAPTER 32
GABI
3:22 a.m. Central Time / 1:22 a.m. Pacific Time
Why in the actual hell can’t I get comfortable?
I’ve felt a few what I’d call mini contractions. I’ve read enough books, talked to enough moms, and watched enough videos to know this can’t possibly be “real” labor.
Though if this isn’t real, I was right to be nervous about actual labor.
Because this fucking sucks.
“Gahhh….” I try to moan as quietly as possible into my pillow, doing my best not to wake Shelby. She should get some sleep. It’s not like she can do anything for me.
