“So boring,” she complained as she turned her nose up at her beverage.
Annie rubbed Sawyer’s belly. “Only a little while longer.”
“It feels like forever,” Sawyer whined, rolling her head back.
“If I can lend a hand at all, Caroline, just let me know,” Waylon offered before retreating again.
“He’s a good one,” I remarked, pointing over to him as he walked away.
Annie blushed a little. “He really is.”
“Speaking of good ones…” Harper raised her eyebrow at Sawyer. “When is Trace going to make an honest woman out of you?”
Sawyer groaned loudly. “How many times do I have to tell you I am not going to marry the man just because I am pregnant? We’re just now getting used to living together. I don’t want to put any more pressure on this situation than there already is.”
I raised my glass in the air. “I think that is commendable.”
Sawyer bowed her head to me. “Thank you, Caroline. Besides, I want to be able to have a drink at my damn wedding.”
“Amen to that one,” Annabelle added in rapidly. “It’s not like we’re worried Trace is going to go anywhere anyway. He seems more excited about little Alice than anyone else.”
“If he could be the pregnant one, I think he would be.” Sawyer laughed. “That man is over-the-moon excited while I am just over here confused and terrified I am going to fuck this kid’s life up at every turn.”
“You’re going to be an amazing mother,” Harper reassured our friend as she bit her lip. We all knew how hard it was for Sawyer to admit to being scared of becoming a mom, and since technically none of us had ever gone down that road yet, we didn’t have more than kind words to offer.
“We’re in this together,” I interjected as the others nodded.
“It’s like we’re all having a baby.” Annabelle chortled.
“Then why doesn’t one of you go through the birthing process for me? Because that shit is going to be awful.” Sawyer sipped on her water, eyeing the three of us.
I threw my hands in the air. “Not it.”
Harper and Annie both laughed along with me while Sawyer heaved off of her seat. “If this kid could stop doing the tango on my bladder, that would be awesome.”
“I’ll go with you,” I offered, starting to follow Sawyer as she waddled away from the table. It was hilarious to watch her try in vain to squeeze her large belly through the crowded bar to the back hallway.
As she rushed into a washroom, Sawyer hollered, “So, tell me more about this new principal. Other than tightening the purse strings, how does he seem?”
“Like a pompous ass,” I replied from next stall over.
“That bad, huh?”
“I just get a weird feeling about him.” I couldn’t explain it better than that. Some people just rub you the wrong way from the get-go.
“Maybe he’ll surprise you,” she said, trying to reassure me before flushing the toilet.
I loved Sawyer’s optimism.
“Here’s hoping.”
