I roll my eyes as the door slams and Daisy walks out, saying, “Pretty sure before Quinn, Kai would’ve swung all ways.”
“Um, excuse me, but what the hell,” I start, turning to my soon-to-be sister-in-law. “What the hell is that?” I add, pointing at the comically large cupcake she’s holding.
Daisy smirks, holding it up like we’ve somehow all missed it. “This, Kai Olsen, is the cupcake costume you’ll be parading around in tomorrow on account of me winning our little bet.”
“What bet?” I ask, as I take in the huge cake costume, the sparkly glitter on the top, the smiling face on the side.
Daze laughs now, shaking her head a little as she glances at my brother before saying, “The bet where I said you’d be all in love and shacked up with someone within the year.” She waves her arm around the place, as though to emphasize her point. “Seems you’ve not only managed to get a girlfriend, you’ve also bought a house together, moved in together and are actively trying to make a baby with her. Trust me on the last one. We’ve still somehow heard it enough.”
I chuckle, slinging an arm around Miles’s shoulder. “What, you jealous, Daze? My brother not giving you enough of his d?—”
“Daze has no complaints, shithead,” my brother responds, hitting me with a hard elbow to the stomach that only makes his fiancée laugh. “And she’s also right. You lost the bet, so you’re definitely wearing the costume.”
“Fine, fine,” I say, pulling my brother into a friendly headlock. “I can admit when I’m beat.”
“Good, perhaps you should go try it on,” Daisy says, holding it out to me.
“Daze, it’s like a hundred degrees out,” I say.
She rolls her eyes. “It’s not actually and seeing as you’ll be spending several hours in it tomorrow, you might wanna get used to it. Or at least see if it fits,” she adds, giving me a wink.
“Fine,” I mutter, grabbing the costume before heading inside.
I make my way down to our bedroom, throwing the giant-ass cupcake on the bed just as Quinn walks out of the bathroom.
“Hey, babe, you okay?” I ask, pulling my shirt off and throwing it on the floor. I reach for the costume, pulling the scratchy material over my head, the huge body of the cupcake covering my torso as my head sticks out the top like an idiot. “Shit man, can you believe I gotta wear this?” I say.
Quinn doesn’t say anything, and when I look up, she’s staring at something in her hands, not even looking at me.
“Babe, is everything okay?” I say, immediately walking over to her.
She looks up, her eyes wide as she whispers, “I don’t know. I think so.”
“What is it? What’s...” I trail off as I look down at what she’s holding.
A white stick.
With two lines in the window.
“Is this...does this...” I say, not quite believing what I’m seeing. I mean, it’s not like I’ve ever even seen one in real life, but I’ve seen enough movies and TV shows to know what she’s holding.
“I’m pregnant,” Quinn whispers, her eyes finding mine.
“Pregnant,” I repeat.
“Uh huh,” she says, nodding.
“Holy fucking shit!” I yell, pulling her into my arms as I lift her off the ground and spin us around. “We’re having a baby!”
Quinn laughs as I put her down. Smiling up at me, she says, “Slow down. This is really early, and we don’t know what’s going to happen.”
“Nope,” I reply, shaking my head at her. “Right now, you’re pregnant. Right now.” I cup her face in my hands, tilting it up to me as I lean in and press a soft kiss to her lips. “Right now, we are having a baby.”
She huffs out a laugh. “And you’re still okay with all this, right?”
I pull back, my gaze locking with hers. It doesn’t matter that we’ve been together for months now, that we’ve bought a house together and are making a life together, there are still times when Quinn’s doubt creeps in. Times when she worries that I might have changed my mind or not want this anymore.
And I get it. Because her ex did that to her, did so much shit to her, and I know it’s still something she’s trying to deal with.
