Did you just want to meet at the truck stop? I want a milkshake.
Works for me.
He loved going out with Devon. The more people that saw him with Devon, the more cred he had in the universe here.
Does 6 work for you?
Closer to 630, but yes, I’ll meet you there. See you in a bit.
“Devon’s in, so it looks like you have company day after tomorrow.”
Nick grinned at him. “All right, gonna meet the man, make pot pie, and cheesecake.”
“You’re going to make that Basque cheesecake, right?”
Yep, it was all going to be great, or at least that was the hope. He really wanted them to like each other. He couldn’t see why Devon wouldn’t like Nick, and vice versa, but he knew things happened sometimes and things could go wrong.
But nothing was going to go wrong because he and Devon were meant to be together. While it had been slow taking off these days, he felt like they were cooking with gas. After all, they’d had heat sex right?
“I am. I will burn the heck out of the top of it for you.” Nick nudged him with an elbow. “Can’t believe you got somebody pregnant.”
“I really can’t either, but I should have…well you know I don’t kiss and tell, but we had some pretty intense heat sex and I think that things just spiraled from there.” He chuckled. “But all of a sudden it feels like I’m exactly where I want to be.”
“I’m glad for you, man. Am I the firstperson you told?”
“Yeah, I was going to call my folks tonight.”
“Woohoo! I get to be first at something. Come on, let’s get this bus cleaned out tonight so you can go home.”
“Yeah that sounds perfect.” Although honestly he was just going to go to the truck stop and wait for Devon, because that was where he really wanted to be.
Devon hadno idea how to tell anybody about the baby.
Laird had told his work partner Nick, and they’d had a wonderful dinner together. Nick really knew how to bake. He’d made a pot pie and a cheesecake, and that had been several weeks ago now. And he still hadn’t told Raven or his parents or anyone else.
Laird had told his parents, and Devon was terribly guilty that he hadn’t said a word to anyone because he wasn’t hiding Laird and he wasn’t ashamed of him or the baby. He just didn’t know what to do exactly.
So he knitted.
He made a little sweater in a lovely light green sock yarn. Started socks—little baby socks, toddler socks. It was amazing how fast socks went when they were teeny tiny.
Raven and Naomi came in on a Friday morning, carrying a bag of doughnuts and bagels from Alicia’s, and chattering about their schedule for the day. He’d just been sitting in the quiet of the office, knitting, so he tried to stuff his project in a bag, but Naomi caught him before he could.
“Aw, who are the socks for? I didn’t think you had anyone that close to popping right now, D.”
He glanced up at them both, and suddenly he just couldn’t lie.
Not to them.
They were his family.
“They’re for me to keep.”
Raven’s eyebrows flew up, and Naomi hooted like a big owl.
“No way!” She came to hug him tight. “Congratulations!”
His cheeks were on fire, but he couldn’t stop smiling. “I’m due in May.”
