Once upon a time she would never have kept such a huge secret from me. Not a chance. She told me everything. I was the first to hear about her losing her virginity. I was the first to hear about her first love. I was the first to hear about her first heartbreak.
But I wasn’t the first to hear about her first pregnancy.
Her expression was somewhat tense as she let me inside her house.
“Wow, look at you!” I exclaimed as I stepped into her living room. Immediately I noticed her house looked different. Gone were the ratty, ugly couches she’d inherited from her grandma. They’d been replaced by a sleek new sectional. Her prehistoric CRT television was gone. A massive 50 inch plasma TV now hung on the wall, above the fireplace. Also gone: the disgusting brown carpet. Now hardwood floors gleamed. “And this place. You’ve done some renovating.”
“Yes, well…” Her face turned pink. “You know what they say about pregnant women nesting.”
“Sure.” I had no idea what they said about pregnant women nesting. But I had a feeling there was more behind the updates than her current state.
Something thumped behind me and instinctively I turned toward the sound.
There was John. Looking a tiny bit older and a lot more handsome. His face had matured, in a good way. He looked more like a man now, not a boy.
And he was about to be a father.
“Congratulations,” I said to him, offering a smile.
He beamed, stepping up to Ransom and sliding an arm around her expanded waist. “Thanks, Shayne. I really appreciate your being here for Ransom, helping her with the planning. The wedding’s just around the corner. She needs all the help she can get.”
“Absolutely,” I exclaimed, casting my gaze back and forth between them. “Do you think I could stay away? She’s my best friend. Getting married. Having her first baby. That’s huge!”
“I’m glad you see it that way,” he said. “Not everyone in your…not everyone would.”
“No worries,” I lied. “The past is firmly in the past. This is the future.” I waved a hand from John to Ransom and back. “Your future.”
“Well, I’m still grateful,” he said.
“So am I,” Ransom added.
“Enough of the small talk.” I rubbed my hands together in a show of enthusiasm.” Let’s go shopping. We have a lot to accomplish today. Dress shopping is number one.”
My preggers bestie ran her hand over her swollen belly. “Ugh. I don’t know how I’m going to find a wedding dress. I’m already as big as a whale.”
“You are not.” John cupped her chin and lifted it, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “You’re beautiful.”
She beamed. “Only you would say that.”
Ugh. This was super awkward. We needed to get out of there ASAP.
“Okay, lovebirds. That’s enough.” I grabbed Ransom’s wrist and pulled her away from her very attentive soon-to-be husband. “You’re going to have to live without each other for a few hours. But you’ll survive.”
“Love you,” Ransom called, glancing over her shoulder at John.
“Love you too,” John returned.
I tried to block it all out as I hurried out to my car and buckled myself in.
This was going to be a long fucking day.
I couldn’t wait for it to end.
Then again, I didn’t want to go home either.
Chapter 7
Seven hours later I was beat. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I’d listened to my best friend crow about how wonderful my ex-boyfriend was. Nonstop. The entire seven hours we were together, while continuously bemoaning the fact that she was as huge as a whale.
She was not huge. She had a cute, perfectly round, perfectly huge baby bump. And she was just saying she was unhappy for my benefit. I could tell she didn’t really mean it.
All in all it was a terrible day. But I did the right thing; I helped my best friend find a wedding dress she didn’t hate and pick stuff for both her wedding registry and her baby registry. Because I knew I had no right to feel the
But I wasn’t the first to hear about her first pregnancy.
Her expression was somewhat tense as she let me inside her house.
“Wow, look at you!” I exclaimed as I stepped into her living room. Immediately I noticed her house looked different. Gone were the ratty, ugly couches she’d inherited from her grandma. They’d been replaced by a sleek new sectional. Her prehistoric CRT television was gone. A massive 50 inch plasma TV now hung on the wall, above the fireplace. Also gone: the disgusting brown carpet. Now hardwood floors gleamed. “And this place. You’ve done some renovating.”
“Yes, well…” Her face turned pink. “You know what they say about pregnant women nesting.”
“Sure.” I had no idea what they said about pregnant women nesting. But I had a feeling there was more behind the updates than her current state.
Something thumped behind me and instinctively I turned toward the sound.
There was John. Looking a tiny bit older and a lot more handsome. His face had matured, in a good way. He looked more like a man now, not a boy.
And he was about to be a father.
“Congratulations,” I said to him, offering a smile.
He beamed, stepping up to Ransom and sliding an arm around her expanded waist. “Thanks, Shayne. I really appreciate your being here for Ransom, helping her with the planning. The wedding’s just around the corner. She needs all the help she can get.”
“Absolutely,” I exclaimed, casting my gaze back and forth between them. “Do you think I could stay away? She’s my best friend. Getting married. Having her first baby. That’s huge!”
“I’m glad you see it that way,” he said. “Not everyone in your…not everyone would.”
“No worries,” I lied. “The past is firmly in the past. This is the future.” I waved a hand from John to Ransom and back. “Your future.”
“Well, I’m still grateful,” he said.
“So am I,” Ransom added.
“Enough of the small talk.” I rubbed my hands together in a show of enthusiasm.” Let’s go shopping. We have a lot to accomplish today. Dress shopping is number one.”
My preggers bestie ran her hand over her swollen belly. “Ugh. I don’t know how I’m going to find a wedding dress. I’m already as big as a whale.”
“You are not.” John cupped her chin and lifted it, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “You’re beautiful.”
She beamed. “Only you would say that.”
Ugh. This was super awkward. We needed to get out of there ASAP.
“Okay, lovebirds. That’s enough.” I grabbed Ransom’s wrist and pulled her away from her very attentive soon-to-be husband. “You’re going to have to live without each other for a few hours. But you’ll survive.”
“Love you,” Ransom called, glancing over her shoulder at John.
“Love you too,” John returned.
I tried to block it all out as I hurried out to my car and buckled myself in.
This was going to be a long fucking day.
I couldn’t wait for it to end.
Then again, I didn’t want to go home either.
Chapter 7
Seven hours later I was beat. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I’d listened to my best friend crow about how wonderful my ex-boyfriend was. Nonstop. The entire seven hours we were together, while continuously bemoaning the fact that she was as huge as a whale.
She was not huge. She had a cute, perfectly round, perfectly huge baby bump. And she was just saying she was unhappy for my benefit. I could tell she didn’t really mean it.
All in all it was a terrible day. But I did the right thing; I helped my best friend find a wedding dress she didn’t hate and pick stuff for both her wedding registry and her baby registry. Because I knew I had no right to feel the
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