“Who knows?” Rhett says. “But I’m hungry, so I’m eating. You should too. You hardly ate breakfast.”
I pat my belly. “There isn’t much room left in here for food.”
Rhett chuckles, handing me a sandwich. “Eat.”
I unwrap the sandwich and take a bite.
Gus and Wade arrive a few minutes later. Gus has the lemonade and cups. Wade has the pecan pie.
The pie that tastes exactly like Grannie’s did. Don’t know how I managed it, but ever since I made it the first time, it was just perfect. And now I make it all the time.
“You okay?” Wade asks. “You comfortable?” I can get you some pillows.”
He takes a step back toward the house.
“Wade, I am just fine. Sit down and eat.”
He hesitates before taking his spot on the blanket. Wade is by far the most protective man I have ever encountered. He basically babies me, not allowing me to do anything for myself. I’ve snapped at him more than once about it, especially now that we’re in the dead of summer and I have only a couple more weeks until this little baby makes his way into the world.
“Okay, so… names,” Gus says, pouring lemonade into cups and passing them around.
“I still vote for Jace,” Rhett says.
“And I still like Anthony,” Gus says.
“That’s so plain,” Rhett argues.
I laugh, shaking my head.
“Wade?” Gus says.
“You know what I think about it.”
“Same as me,” I add. “We just want him to be healthy and happy.”
“So, we could name him Nugget, and you’d be okay with that?” Gus says smartly.
I laugh harder, almost falling over. Rhett puts a hand on my back, keeping me upright.
“Oh, I can’t wait for this little boy to show his face,” I say.
We don’t know who is the dad is, and they’ve all agreed that they don’t care. It doesn’t matter. He will beourbaby, and that’s that.
“Maybe we should wait until we see him,” I suggest. “See what feels right.”
“And worst case,” Wade adds. “We go with Anthony Jace, so we can call him AJ.”
“But why does Anthony have to be first?” Rhett asks.
“Because what kind of nickname is JA?” Gus says, biting into his sandwich.
“We shouldn’t name the baby based off a nickname,” Rhett argues.
“Shouldn’t we?” Wade adds. “We need to make sure his name won’t be something these little heathen kids can make fun of when he starts school.”
“Wade’s right,” I say, putting down half of my sandwich.
“You’re not eating that?” Gus says.
