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That’s great news, since she told Kolter about the baby last night.
“Hey.” I lean down to kiss Tiffany’s cheek, then slip off my coat and slide into the seat next to Anna, giving her a one-armed hug.
“We ordered you a Coke,” Anna tells me, taking my bag and coat and tucking both next to her. “I was going to order your food but didn’t know what you’d like.”
“Thanks. What are you guys getting?” I pick up my menu. It’s too late for breakfast, or at least it is in my head.
“I’m going to do the soup and grilled cheese sandwich,” Tiffany tells me, while Anna says that she’s just going to sip on her drink.
“I’m going to do the same,” I tell Tiffany, then turn to Anna. “You’re not eating?”
“I don’t feel good.” She shrugs, then glances at Tiffany. “She knows why.”
“And I’m so excited,” Tiffany whispers.
“Can we be excited yet?” I ask Anna, and she gives me a very sweet smile.
“Yeah, Kolter is . . .” She pauses, seeming to weigh her words. “He was shocked, but he’s excited.”
“I told you.”
“I know.” She rests her head on my shoulder. “I’m still scared, but as long as he’s okay, I’m okay.”
“It’s going to be great,” I assure her, then ask, “When are you telling everyone?”
“Kolter wants to find a special way to tell your parents and mine. I think we’ll tell your parents at Sunday dinner, and maybe my mom and dad the day before. After that I’ll just post on social media and tell everyone else.”
“I’m going to be an aunt.” I feel giddy about the idea.
“And you’ll be here,” she says, and it hits me then that she’s right: I’ll be here to watch my niece or nephew grow up. I won’t be someone who they see occasionally on FaceTimes or their aunt that they see a couple times a year. Gah, why do I want to cry about that?
“Sorry about the wait, guys.” Virginia, the same waitress who waited on us the last time I was here with Wyatt and my mom, hands out drinks to each of us. “Are you guys ready to order?”
“I think that the two of us are having grilled cheese and tomato soup,” Tiffany tells her, pointing at me. Then she motions to Anna. “She’s just going to have her drink.”
“Actually, can I get an order of fries?” Anna asks, then adds, “With extra salt.”
“Sure, anything else?” She scans us.
“Nope, I think that’s it,” I say, and with a smile she walks off.
“So how have things been?” Tiffany asks, pulling the paper off her straw while I do the same with my own.
“Good. I have two listings on the market now and should be closing on Wyatt’s house in two weeks, so I’m feeling really hopeful about making some money and paying my bills next month,” I joke, only it’s not really a joke because I really do have bills to pay. My credit card has been maxed out for months, and I’ve only been able to pay the minimum due, which is just enough to cover the interest.
“What is Wyatt’s new house like?” Anna asks.
“Beautiful. It’s an older home, so it’s got a lot of charm. It’s also on a really gorgeous piece of property.” I take a sip of my drink. “I was actually at his inspection this morning. And surprisingly, the inspector didn’t find anything major, which is great news.”
“How’s it been working with him?” Tiffany asks, and I shift in my seat. It’s not that I don’t want to share with her or Anna about Wyatt, I just don’t know what to share. We’re not dating, or even seeing each other. We’re just . . . well, I don’t know what we are. Last night we fell asleep holding hands, and this morning we made out in his kitchen. And doing nothing but kissing him was so hot I would have given my nonexistent life’s savings to have him take me to bed and show me exactly how he’d get himself to fit. And that would be a feat. Me saying that he’s big wasn’t an exaggeration—the guy is huge.
“It’s taking you a long time to answer a very simple question.” Anna nudges my shoulder with hers as a waitress walks by with a tray of food for the table catty-corner to ours.
“Sorry, I’m just so hungry.” My stomach growls.
“Hungry for Wyatt?” Anna snickers.
Yes.
