The table goes silent. All you can hear is the soft breeze blowing through the nearby leaves and the two toddlers babbling away as we all stare at Morgan. Waiting.
She looks at every one of us, then turns to her husband, who smiles proudly down at his wife. A breathtaking grin splits her lips before she says the words we’ve all been dying to hear leaves her mouth. “We’re pregnant.”
“Oh my God! Really!? Are you really?!” Emma brings her hands up to her mouth,waiting for confirmation that we all heard right.
She turns back to us, tears filling her eyes as she nods. “We are,” she cries happily. “It’s still early, so we aren’t telling people yet. But we knew we couldn’t keep it from you guys for much longer.”
“Oh, dear God!” Cecilia exclaims as we all jump out of our chairs and rush over to congratulate the soon-to-be parents.
Everyone is emotional as we each take Morgan and Clay in our arms, joy radiating for as far as the eye can see. All the girls are in tears, even Clay has glassy eyes as his friends all slap him on the back. Hell, even I’m getting emotional for them. They’ve been trying to have a baby for over two years without success. But their time is finally here, and we couldn’t be happier for them. They deserve it.
After several more minutes, we finally sit back down to eat. “How far along are you?” Aubrey asks in her usual soft voice.
“Eight weeks.”
“Eight weeks!? So when we went wedding dress shopping, you were already pregnant?” Emma asks while wiping away her tears.
Morgan nods with a soft smile. “I was, but my doctor says we must have miscalculated when I ovulated, and it was still too early to tell, which is why the blood tests came back negative.”
“Wow, and did you just find out?” Cecilia questions next.
Morg shakes her head. “No, we found out the morning of the Stanley Cup win.”
I gasp, slapping my hand on the table. “That’s why you were in such good shape the next morning! You didn’t even drink!”
She giggles. “I was passing all my shots and drinks to Clay.”
“That makes so much sense now. I had never seen you that drunk before, man. I was starting to wonder if it was the old age hitting you hard.” Gabe laughs beside me.
“F-off!” Clay chuckles.
“But wait.” Em lifts her butter knife in the air that she was using to butter a little bun. “You had a glass of wine during the day with us at my place.”
“Actually, I didn’t.” Morgan smiles sheepishly. “You poured me one, and then I waited until no one was looking to occasionally pour some into the sink and act like I was drinking it.”
“Oh, you sneaky girl.” Em laughs.
“You threw my wine down the drain?” Greyson glares at Morgan, but there’s not much anger in the look.
Emma pats his chest. “It’s okay, Wolf. I’ll buy you a new one.” He nods inresponse.
I still don’t understand what Greyson’s deal with wine is. He mostly only drinks beer when we’re all together, yet he has a huge selection in his wine cellar with bottles worth thousands of dollars. The whole collection together must be worth more than three million dollars. When we asked Emma about it, she told us he really likes wine but only drinks it on his downtime, that they often have a bottle at night together before heading to bed.
“Is it weird for you to know that your girlfriend has more money than you do?” Gabe asks Greyson as his hand comes to rest on my thigh.
“Ellis, why do you always have to ask questions that make people uncomfortable?” Silas sighs with his head thrown back.
“I can’t help it. I just say whatever’s on my mind.” Gabe shrugs.
“It’s fine.” Greyson waves his hand then answers Gabe. “No, not really. I don’t care about her money, and Bunny doesn’t care about mine.” He takes Emma’s hand and kisses it.
“Do you even know how much money she has?” Noah questions next, his hand now settling on my other thigh. Their knuckles rub up against each other, but neither one moves.
“I’m actually curious about this, too. How much money you got, Em?” Clay sits up, joining in on the conversation.
She laughs. “Let’s just say, I’m not a billionaire. But I’m really,reallyclose to being one.”
A few gasps sound around the table. Even I’m shocked. I knew she had money, but not that much.
