The kid couldn’t have been more accurate. Sam sat down beside her.
“We have something to tell you.”
Zoey grabbed the remote and paused the TV.
“Oh, my God.” Her eyes widened. “Are you two engaged?”
“What? Oh my God, no,” Sam said.
Instantly, Zoey’s hand clasped her mouth.
“You’re pregnant!”
“What?” NO!” Sam exclaimed. “Seriously, Zoe. That’s where your mind went?”
“Well, you two are very dramatic.”
I sighed and sat in the chair across from the couch.
“Your mom and I?—”
Sam put up her hand. “I got it, honey.” She smiled. “We’re moving in with Wes.”
Zoey rolled her eyes. “That’s it?”
“What do you mean, ‘that’s it?’” Sam frowned.
“We practically live here already. I have a drawer inmybathroom, off the bedroom thatIsleep in more than I do my own bed at home.”
“Wait, what?” Sam said. “You have a bathroom drawer?” She glanced over at me. “Did you know that?”
“Yes. You didn’t?”
“No. I had no idea.”
“You’re lovestruck, so I’m not surprised you didn’t notice,” Zoey said.
“So, you’re okay with it?” she asked Zoey.
Zoey laughed. “Are you OKAY with it, Wes?”
“Why wouldn’t I be. It was my idea.”
“Because this means you’re officially signing up for the full package.”
“Full package?” My brows furrowed.
She held up her hand and started counting on her fingers.
“Me stealing your hoodies.”
“Only the ones I don’t wear.”
“Me eating all of your expensive snacks.”
“Not a problem. What’s mine is yours.” I smiled.
“Me making fun of your music choices.”
