“Ugh, don’t you have a piñata to kill?” I huffed to Mark as I handed him a token to go to the bathroom.
He smirked at me. “Hey, it’s not my fault you were bad at planning!”
But the natives were getting restless. When I came back out of the unfairly luxurious bathroom, Wes and Grant were fighting over the last sip of scotch.
“I’m the groom,” Wes insisted.
“Yes, but I’m a guest,” Grant slurred, tugging on the bottle.
“Huh,” I said. “Talk about bad planning.”
“Oh, whatever shall we do with all this alcohol?” Kate said dramatically from across the room.
“I don’t know,” Allie replied, “but I have a whole bottle of imported Japanese scotch that I just don’t know what I’m going to do with. Maybe we’ll have to go out and see if the neighbors want any.”
Tokens started flying through the air.
“One token per drink!” Allie called. I smirked at Mark.
Liz was grazing on the food. I handed her a mocktail. “Thanks,” she said, though her gaze was on the meat-laden table on the guys’ side.
“You think they have any of that broiled bone marrow left? I heard it has a lot of necessary vitamins and minerals.” She looked in her token bag. “Too bad I’m out.”
Wes was grinning at her from across the room. “I’ll let you in if you give me a kiss,” he said, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Liz’s. She smiled up at him and kissed him. Then Wes bent down and kissed her baby bump.
“Tell the baby to stay in there,” she said as she went to load up her plate.
Liz was finishing up her last bite when she suddenly paused and set down the plate and leaned back against the chair. I looked at her in concern.
“You look a little pale,” I said, grasping her shoulder.
Liz was blinking rapidly and holding her stomach.
Wes jumped into action. “Do you need to go to the hospital?” he demanded, running over to her.
“I don’t…” Liz sucked in a breath. “I’m not sure. Oh my God. I cannot have the baby now. I’m not married yet. Shit!”
“Just breathe,” Wes said, holding her hand. “Fuck, where is my notebook?”
“Why do you need the notebook?” Liz screamed.
“It has all my birthing notes in it!” Wes roared back.
“Everybody just calm down,” Allie insisted. She patted Liz on the back forcefully a couple of times, and Liz burped.
“Oh my gosh, excuse me!” Then she perked up. “Oh, I guess it was just gas. I feel fine now! You know what we should do? Let’s go swimming.”
“I think Wes needs a drink first,” Grant said, helping his brother to the couch. “Just lie down, Wes. You look like you’re going to pass out. Someone get him a scotch.”
“You’re terrible in a crisis,” Carter said cheerfully, placing a glass in Wes’s hand and a trash can between his feet. “Just in case you puke.”
“Carter,” Mark admonished, “he’s not going to puke.”
“I might,” Wes groaned.
“So where’s the pool? And is it BYOB, or do we have to have a hotel account?” Carter asked.
“It’s upstairs. It’s a nice pool.”
