“Thirty-four.”
“Almost there. What’s the doc thinking? I know thirty-six weeks is pretty common with twins.”
“There’s a higher risk of certain complications past thirty-six or thirty-seven weeks. We’re aiming for thirty-six and a half, as long as these next two weeks go okay. Colin’s already making random comments about taking off earlier so he can be with me.”
“The dude is cute af. I feel for you both,” Brynleigh reaches out to pat Sydney’s hand in support.
“Okay, I can’t stand it anymore… Holly! What happened over the weekend? Tell me our matchmaking wasn’t fruitless!” Jane blurts out, unable to hold her tongue a second longer.
They squeal in delight at the blush that floods my cheeks.
“It most definitely wasn’t fruitless.”
“So, this thing, this vibe we allll feel wafting off you two, is an actual thing? Has there been more than just those sweet kisses yet?”
I’m not used to being the center of the discussion. It’s me, typically, rapid-firing questions right along with Jane. Brynleigh, Jane, Ava, and Sydney stare at me with rapt attention, looking for any clues in my demeanor. I know I can’t hide the blush from deepening. My neck and face feel like they’re on fire.
“Oh yeah…”
I cover my ears when the squeal pitches higher.
“Sorry!” Jane whisper-shouts when Garrett peers around the corner of the living room wall with an almost sleeping infant on his chest with wide eyes that scream for us to keep it down.
“You know the drill.”
“When we got stuck because of the rain…” Their eyes widen, ready to devour my story. “The motel kind of only had one hotel room.”
“Shut. The. Front. Door,” Sydney says with such emphasis, I smile.
“With only one bed.” I dip my fork into the cheesy goodness as I drag out the details. Jane grabs Ava’s forearm with glee.
“And I didn’t have any pjs or extra things…”
“Go on.” Brynleigh waves her hand to emphasize the point as she sips her wine.
“So, I had to sleep in his shirt, and we watched a scary movie.”
“Uh-huh…” Ava chimes in, water bottle tipped mid-air toward her lips as she listens intently.
“We kind of lost power right after a really scary scene.”
“Nu-uh…” Jane says shaking her head, waiting for me to put them out of their misery. “Please tell me you somehow ended up in his lap, then on that dick.”
“Maybe…”
More squeals start, then they clap their hands to their mouths and silently finish their squeal as they tap their hands and feet excitedly against the table and floor.
Both men peek around the corner this time, and they don’t bother with the sorry this time.
“How was it?” Ava asks, wide-eyed.
“I saw him in that wet-suit. The man’s packing some seriousheeeeat,” Brynleigh tips back the rest of her glass of wine.
Sydney, Jane, and Ava glance her way with gaping mouths, then back at me for confirmation. I shrug innocently.
“He know how to use it?” Jane asks her signature question with quirked brows.
“Magnificently.”
