I stared at my friend. “Wow,” I whispered. “You really did get your shit together.”
Gator barked out a laugh. “Worm keeps track for us.”
Devlyn glared at her husband. “You couldn’t let her think I was handling my shit?”
“You wanted me to lie?”
“No, I wanted you to keep your damn mouth shut.”
I shook my head at the two of them and whispered to the baby in my arms, “Your life will never be boring, little one.”
But it would never be without love either. And living a life loved by your parents was all a child needed.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Morgan
I stared at the phone in my hand. The longer I put this off, the harder it would be. A week had passed since I found out I was pregnant. A week living in denial as I waited for the cramps, the pain, the dizziness followed by complete darkness.
I wasn’t far enough along for an ultrasound, so all I could do was wait.
I dialed the number I knew by heart and waited for the one person who never let me down to answer.
“Sweetheart, good morning,” my mother greeted.
“Hi, Mom. How’s the spa?”
My mother chuckled. “Everything is running smoothly as it should. There is no reason for you to worry.”
If only that were true. Worry had become the one thing I was good at now. The one stable aspect of my life. The one thing I could count on not to leave me.
God, I sound so fucking whiny.
“Mom...”
“Oh, before I forget, I wanted to tell you about the newest adventure in the Cameron Chronicles.”
She started off strong, something about an explosion and Beth’s coffee shop, and flour, or sugar... I wasn’t listening as I repeatedly tried to interrupt her rambling.
“Mom!” I shouted into the phone, causing people walking by to look my way. Rian, my ever-watchful defender, moved closer.
“What?” she asked.
“I need to tell you something.”
I bit my lip and closed my eyes, trying to work up the courage to say the words out loud.
“Are you okay?” she asked, and I wanted to kick myself for the worry in her tone. Despite my freaking out, I never wanted her to worry about me. Never wanted to hear the fear in her voice. Though I guess as a mother, it came with the territory.
“I’m...” How did I say this? Was I okay? No. Would I be okay? Maybe? “Mom, I’m pregnant.”
“Fuck,” Rian whispered beside me, and I glared at him.
When he reached for his phone, I quickly said, “Mom, hang on one second.”
Holding the phone by my leg, I stood and grabbed Rian’s arm. “Not a word.”
“Morgan, I have to—”
