“I’m full.”
“You hardly ate breakfast,” Wade says.
I roll my eyes.
“That’s what I told her,” Rhett says.
I sigh, rubbing my belly and hoping that once this little baby comes out, he’ll be on my side all the time.
The truck coming around the bend has us all looking that way. Charlie stops on the road, not too far from us.
“You want some food?” Gus calls, holding up a sandwich.
“No thanks. Going out to lunch with Gertie.”
“Oh,Gertie,” Gus says in that cute but annoying way that says we all know they’re dating.
Charlie waves us off. “You all better behave. And Miss Daisy, you best be drinking enough water.”
“As much as’ll fit, Charlie.”
He takes off. We finish eating, and then we lay out for a bit—me on my side because I can’t lie on my back or I can’t breathe. We talk about the baby and the things we need to do to finish his room. There isn’t much, but weneed sheets for his crib and some more small things, like clothes and bibs.
“Oh, he’s kicking,” I say. “Here, put your hands here.”
The three of them move forward at once, putting their hands somewhere on my belly.
They share looks of love and wonder as they feel our baby kick. I can’t help but smile either.
Who would have thought I’d fall in love with three men who can turn into chickens?
Surely not me. Yet here I am, living my best life.
