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It’s still slightly terrifying, but yesterday’s babysitting adventures honestly helped a lot.
It’s crazy to think she’s going to be here in practically four months since October is almost over.
Xander continues to ramble about all the different features and why he chose this car out of all the other ones he could’ve gotten.
I interrupt him just as he sits down in the passenger seat. “Thank you.”
“Really? You like it?”
I nod, rubbing the steering wheel. “Yeah, but I love the thought behind it more—that you cared enough about mine and our daughter’s safety to incur my wrath.”
He lights up, grinning at that. “I have to say, I’m impressed that you’re not still mad.”
I smile back at him. “What can I say, I’m maturing.”
He laughs heartily at that. “I don’t know if I’d go that far with it.”
“Hey, I’m trying,” I defend.
“You are,” he agrees. “So you like it?”
I nod. “Yeah … I couldn’t have picked anything better.”
Xander honestly did a really good job. I understand why he chose the car he did, and while I don’t agree with him going behind my back, the deal is done so I might as well embrace it.
“Want to take it around the block?” he asks.
I nod enthusiastically. We buckle up and I adjust the mirrors before pulling out.
It’s a smooth ride, and I instantly fall in love.
Yeah, the boy did good.
Thea
“What are you doing?” I yell. “Get in there and take him down!”
“All that yelling can’t be good for the baby, right?” I hear Jace ask someone. “All the jumping too … I’m scared the thing is going to come sailing out.”
“Trust me,” Nova says, “childbirth is unfortunately not that easy.”
“I feel like we need a doctor in here, though, in case she goes into labor. I don’t want to deliver her baby.”
“And I don’t want you to see my vagina, Jacen, so stop worrying,” I interrupt, but my attention is quickly pulled back to the game. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” I shout down to the field where we’re losing terribly. “Throw the fucking ball, you shitstick ball hog.” I glare at my friends in the box. “I fucking hate this game sometimes.”
I collapse into my cushioned seat—a perk of having a box seats. I used to hate the box seats, preferring to actually be with the crowd, but now that I’m pregnant there’s no way I’m passing this up.
“I need a drink. Where’s my lemon water—and better yet, where’s the lemons? I need one.”
Cade hands me my glass of water and the plate of lemon wedges.
The lemons were meant for the water they provide us with, but I can’t help but eat a few. Or all of them. But who’s counting?
Cade and Jace watch me in horror as I eat the lemons.
“Is your tongue made of steel? Isn’t that sour?” Jace asks me.
“Yes, and it’s delicious.”
