“Seriously?”Brantley’s smile grew.“That’s fantastic.We’re on our way, man.Y’all need us to bring anything?”There was a brief pause, followed by, “Then we’ll head that way.See you in a few.”
Brantley disconnected the call and shoved the rest of his second sandwich in his mouth, motioning for Reese to hurry it up.
Although he suspected he already knew, Reese asked, “Who was that?”
Brantley didn’t answer right away, attempting to chew and swallow.“Baz.”
Reese frowned.“Everything okay?”
Brantley nodded as he got to his feet.“The babies are comin’.”
“Oh, shit.”Reese hopped up and grabbed Tesha’s leash.“Come on, girl.”
He was halfway to the door when he realized Brantley wasn’t behind him.He looked back to see him gathering up the food from the table.He tossed one bag and balanced two cups and a salad as he headed for the door.
If his head wasn’t attached to his shoulders, Reese had to believe he would’ve left that behind, which was very much unlike him.He blamed Simon.For whatever reason, Reese was compelled to learn more about this supposed conspiracy.He was intrigued—perhaps borderline obsessed—and that was throwing him off his game.
Reese took the salad and his drink, then pushed open the door.
“Are the babies comin’ now?”he asked.
“Not yet.On their way, though.”
Reese had to wonder why he was so nervous.It wasn’t like he was about to be a father, yet his stomach was doing flip-flops.
They weaved between the rows of cars waiting in the drive-thru lanes.Reese managed to open the back door so Tesha could hop in.He snuck her one of the nuggets from the salad as he buckled her in, then closed the door and climbed into the front passenger seat.
“We should probably tell everyone else, huh?”he asked, setting his salad on the dashboard.
“You do that.I’ll drive.”
Reese pulled up the group text thread he maintained with the team and shot one quick message.
—Babies are on the way.What’re you waiting for?
For the next few minutes, his phone chimed again and again with responses as people replied to say they were heading there as soon as they could.
“Let’s hope Baz didn’t jump the gun,” Reese said, setting his phone in the cup holder.
“You message Z?”
“Damn it.”He grabbed his phone and shot a quick message to his brother, letting him know he would keep him updated.He figured there was no sense in Z driving down until the babies were born.
“It’s gonna be fine,” Brantley said, taking his hand.
Reese didn’t realize he was fidgeting until Brantley’s strong fingers twined with his.As he’d been doing for the past couple of weeks, Brantley rubbed his finger on Reese’s wedding ring.It was a simple gesture, likely not even something he thought about, but it made Reese remember how lucky he was.
“Why aren’t you nervous?”he asked Brantley.
“Because JJ’d kick my ass.Plus, I owe it to her after all she did for the wedding.I figure Baz’ll be enough for her to deal with.”
“You think he’ll freak?”
“I think he’s been far too calm and collected through the whole process.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s what he wants us to see,” Reese told him.
“Probably.”Brantley grinned.“But Wes is there.Baz seems calmer when his dad’s around.”
