“That's none of your business.”
She grins. “Good. You deserve someone with good glutes.”
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Stevie claps, looking down at my ringing phone. “Oh, is that him? I bet he has a deep voice. You look like the type that would be into that.”
I shake my head and pick up my phone.
“It’s not him, he’s at—”
I don’t finish because the second I see who’s calling; I answer.
“Mike? Is everything okay?”
“Olivia’s in labor,” he says quickly.
Labor?
The baby is coming.
My heart beats faster and I stand without really thinking.
“She wanted me to tell you.”
“Is she okay?” I ask.
“Yeah. Everything’s good. We’re already at the hospital. It’s early, but they’re saying it’s progressing fast.” He pauses when someone starts to talk to him. “I’ve got to go. Olivia wants some ice.”
“Of course.” I have to stop myself from blurting out everything I’m thinking, so I opt with, “Tell her I love her. Tell her she’s going to be incredible. Tell her—”
“I’ll tell her,” he says. “And I’ll keep you updated.”
“Please. Every update. I don’t care what time it is.”
“Yeah.” I can hear him smiling. “I know you don’t.”
“Go be with her.”
“Going.”
He hangs up.
I stand there for a second with my phone in my hand, feeling shocked, but I shouldn’t be. Olivia was thirty-seven weeks pregnant.
Stevie is watching me.
“Hey.” Her voice is different. “What’s wrong?”
I look up and blink back the tears. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s right.”
I smile. I can’t help it.
“Olivia is having a baby. My best friend,” I say. “Right now. She’s—” I stop and press my lips together. “I’m just so happy for her.”
Stevie looks at me for a second.
Then she reaches across the table and puts her hand over mine and doesn't say anything at all. She just motions for me to sit down.
