I huffed. “You’re telling me.”
“Not helping,” Karla barked as she glanced up at me. “Now let’s go back in there and make the best of the rest of this dinner.”
“Do you see now why I begged you to come?” Myla put her hand on her hip, looking up at me.
I nodded. “Yeah, I get it.”
Gavin was standing toe to toe with his dad at the head of the table. “You are going to apologize to Myla right now.”
“For what?” Coach bellowed, spit leaping from the corners of his mouth. “You’re the one making smartass comments.”
“Only in response to your ignorant questioning.” Gavin looked like he was about to punch his father in the face.
Myla raised her hands in the air. “Can we all blame that on the alcohol and get back to having a pleasant evening? It’s Gavin’s birthday and I haven’t even given him his present yet.”
We all took our seats, Gavin and Coach still all puffed up, pissed off to all hell.
Myla pulled a few cards out of her bag and handed one to me, one to Griffin, and lastly, one to Gavin. “Open,” she instructed.
I started to read the handwritten note, in complete disbelief as to how awesome my sister was.
“Well?” Mrs. Hayes asked.
Myla explained, “Gavin didn’t get a bachelor party and Brayden is about to be a dad, so I figured a guys’ trip was in order. There’s a ticket for Sean too. The four of you are going to Costa Rica to fish for black marlin, and while the boys are away, Karla, Jordan, McBee, and I are having a spa weekend. It’s all set up for three and a half weeks before the baby is due.”
Gavin leaned over, kissing his wife’s cheek. “How’d you pull all of this off?”
Myla smiled sweetly at him then to me. “Simon is an amazing resource and a master at planning stuff like this. You should really be thanking him.”
Epilogue
Karla
“Myla!” I cried out in pain. “Myla!” I grabbed my gigantic belly as the sharp pain started to subside.
It’s time.
She’s coming.
Reaching over, I started to shake Myla’s shoulder, frantically trying to wake her up. “How the fuck do you sleep so damn hard?” I yelled.
“What?” Myla rolled over, stretching.
Jordan groaned. “Are you ok?”
McBee jumped out of bed, flipping on the light in our hotel room. “Karla?” she asked, concern lacing her tone.
Right then, a huge rush of water came from deep inside. “Holy fuck!” Ripping back the soaked sheets, I started to push up from the bed as another wave of pain twisted my insides into knots.
“The baby is coming. This is fucking happening.” I tried to breathe through the pain, but holy hell it was hard. No one could have prepared me for this. I was a damn nurse for fuck’s sake; I knew my water had broken and that I needed to get to the hospital right away, but dammit, Lilly was coming three weeks early.
Jordan grabbed the hotel phone as Myla sat up. “What’s going on?” She rubbed her sleepy eyes, yawning.
Jordan’s panicked voice shrilled into the phone. “We need an ambulance. My friend just went into labor and I think her water broke.”
McBee jumped into action. “How far apart are your contractions?” She got down on her knees in front of me.
“I think about six or seven minutes.” I cried out as another one came on strong.
