I picked up my phone and typed a quick message to the group chat.
Seraphina
Sylvia loved the book.
Esme
I knew it.
Delphine
Finally. Sylvia proves she’s not a complete dolt.
Lila
I predict another movie.
Gillian
I’m crying again.
Esme
I’m pregnant. Not to take away from your news, Seraphina. I just took the test, and I can’t believe it. I haven’t even told Grady yet.
Gillian
Now I’m crying some more.
We went on like that for a few more minutes, everyone chiming in to congratulate Esme, asking about due dates and did she feel all right. By the time I set down the phone, I couldn’t stop smiling.
“What is it?” Hunter asked.
“Esme’s pregnant.”
He looked taken aback for a moment. “Good for them.”
“What about you?” I asked. “Do you want to try and have one? I might be too old.” At thirty-eight it would be hard to get pregnant, but I would try if it’s what Hunter wanted.
“Let’s say we leave it to chance,” Hunter said. “No pressure. But no birth control.”
I got up to wrap myself around him. “I think that’s a perfect idea.”
“Are you sure you’d be okay if you got pregnant? You have a lot going on with work.”
I looked up and into his eyes. “You know what—there’s more to life than work. And babies are at the top of the list.”
He kissed me. “We’ll leave it to fate then.”
“Fate brought us together … so yeah, we’ll trust that, whatever’s supposed to happen, will.”
Tyler came out with the salad and steak sauce, plus a pitcher of lemonade. “Mom, Robbie just texted. He saw a pregnancy test box in the trash.”
I laughed. “Of course he did.”
“Well?” Tyler asked as he set everything on the table.
“You can’t tell the others because Esme just found out, but yes. She’s going to have a baby.”
