Sure, one day I bet I will be, but now? No.
“Yeah, you are.”
“You one hundred thousand percent are. And, cool, then I’m taking the stack of boxes Lennox made me bring to lunch back to the store since you can buy your own.”
“If you two are going to spend this entire lunch laughing at my expense, I’m taking the diapers.”
“We aren’t laughing at you,” Winston says. “Denial is part of the process.”
“I’m not in denial. I’m not in love with Syd. Do I like her? Yes. Do I want it to work out with the mother of my child? Yes. Do I want us to be together for . . .?”
I stop talking immediately. Am I in love with Syd?
“Is he—?”
“Shh, don’t speak. Let his mind figure it out.”
I glance between the two of them.
I’m in love with Sydney Quinn.
“So, what do I do now?”
“You tell her.”
“As soon as possible too. Bad communication is a real mood killer. So just tell her and don’t think twice.”
“But she—”
“Nope. Just do it.”
“What if—?”
“Just tell her.”
“We could—”
“Dude, seriously. The sooner you tell her, the sooner you two can move into the next phase of your relationship.”
I’m about to open my mouth and ask how they first told Lennox and Kass, but June messages me.
June:You can come anytime now.
I wave to the waitress for our check and eat as quickly as I can.
By the time we get to party, some of Sydney’s guests are already putting on their coats.
I give polite nods and hellos to those leaving. I don’t know most of them, but I gather they know who I am. Plus, you can’t miss the three guys walking inside with a box of diapers in each hand.
“Oh my god,” June says loudly enough for people to look at her and then look at where her eyes are focused. The diapers. “Figures.” June shakes her head and takes the tray she’s holding back into the kitchen.
“What are you guys doing here?” Syd asks. I reach for her, ready for a kiss, but she moves.
Huh. That was odd.
“I brought you . . . oh shoot, I’ll be right back.”
I jog back out to my car and grab the flowers, the basket full of blue Sour Patch Kids, and her huckleberry malt.
