“That’s not the point.”
Ciara lifts a brow. “Isn’t it? I recall you saying he was the biggest you ever had…”
I laugh. “I think I might have to take Ciara’s side on this one. Sounds like it worked out in your favor.”
Mila points a perfectly manicured finger at Ciara. “Don’t fall for the poor pregnant woman act. She is a master manipulator.”
“And yet, you’re still my best friend. So, clearly, I’m a saint.”
Lucy cracks up. “You think that’s bad? Riley once decided she could dye my hair, and it ended up turning orange.”
I puff my chest. “Neon orange.”
Mila claps. “Please tell me there are photos.”
I scowl. “Sadly not.Someonedestroyed them.”
Lucy smirks. “Self-preservation.”
“I love this.” Ciara laughs. “I think we need a group chat called ‘Bad Decisions.’”
“Speak for yourself. Some of us have reputations to uphold.”
Lucy pats my knee. “Sweetheart, you married a Sullivan. Your reputation is already shot.”
The laughter comes again, but this time, it hits differently in my chest.
It’s true that whatever normal life looks like, this isn’t it.
As if to underline that thought, Lucy narrows her eyes at me. “Speaking of Sullivans, where is Kieran today? I’m surprised he let you out of his sight.”
My fork stalls over my food, but I quickly force a smile before anyone notices.
“He had to go out of town last minute for some work stuff. You know how it is.” I glance at Ciara, who rolls her eyes.
“Sure do.”
“So, Ciara, have you come up with any new baby names to give to Ronan?” I catch Lucy’s eye. It’s as if she can tell what I’m doing.
Thankfully, she doesn’t say anything.
I haven’t seen her in person since the day we took the pregnancy tests together, and I’m nervous to admit to her that I’m yet to tell Kieran about the baby.
“I got him good this morning.” Ciara laughs, setting down her empty plate and reaching for some chocolate.
Mila is bouncing on her seat. “Oh, tell us.”
“So, I suggested Maverick Danger for the boy and Tulip Sunshine for the girl. I’m pretty sure he actually Googled how to veto baby names without starting a fight.”
I laugh. “You’re cruel.”
Ciara grins. “He’s so easy to wind up.”
Lucy is laughing too. “Poor Ronan. Honestly, I don’t know how he survives in this house with you two.”
“Barely.” Ciara winks at me.
“What if he calls your bluff and you end up calling your kids Maverick and Tulip?”
