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“Big time,” I mutter.
“What did Drew say?” Devyn leans forward, really interested in my reply.
“In a nutshell, that it was a mistake and that it would never happen again.” I try masking my frustration but I don’t think I’m doing a great job.
“
Ouch.” Devyn grimaces.
“Pretty much,” I agree. “It is shitty though because we obviously have chemistry and I really do like spending time with him. He makes me laugh and he’s a genuinely good guy. Those aren’t so easy to find these days.”
Devyn smiles fondly. “He’s the best.”
Rainey makes a sour face and presses a hand over her sternum. “Oh, dear God, that was nasty.”
Devyn’s eyes fly to Rainey’s. “You okay?”
“Yep.” Rainey downs the rest of her drink in one gulp. “I just threw up in my mouth a little.”
I wince. “Yuck. Is the nausea back again?”
“Yeah.” She nods. “I should probably switch to ginger ale.”
I narrow my eyes on her glass of club soda—the same thing she’s been ordering all day. I’m not saying Rainey’s a lush or anything, but I’ve seen her with a glass of wine or a beer on quite a few occasions. Plus, who the hell goes to Vegas and doesn’t drink? Unless...
I gasp as it hits me. “Holy shit! You’re preggers!”
Rainey’s jaw falls slack at the same time Devyn’s eyes widen.
“Uh...” the pregnant lady stammers. “What makes you say that?”
“Uh...because I’m not a dumbass,” I retort. “The crackers, the nausea, the ginger ale, the not drinking alcohol while you’re in Vegas. C’mon, Rainey, give me a little credit.” I raise my eyes to Devyn. “That’s what this morning was about, right? The something that came up?”
Devyn eyes her friend nervously. “Uh...”
Rainey rolls her eyes. “Don’t worry, Dev, I’ve got this. Yes, Charlee, I’m pregnant. But I just found out this morning. I realized my period was late right before I laid down to take a nap. I called Devyn and she offered to run to the drug store to buy a test. I’m only a few days late so normally I wouldn’t think anything of it, but besides the puking and never-ending exhaustion, my boobs have been really sore and I’m pretty sure they’re bigger considering how tight my bra feels. I’m an OB nurse, for Christ’s sake. I’m surprised I didn’t put it together before now.”
I clap my hands in excitement. “Oh my God, I’m going to be an auntie! Does Brody know?”
“Not yet. I didn’t want to take his attention from Riley this weekend. I was planning on telling him when we get home.”
“Fuck that noise,” I scoff. “You need to tell him now, Rainey. He’s going to be so excited! Have you guys been trying? Wait...are you excited? This is a good thing, right?”
She smiles. “It’s a very good thing. We wanted to start a family sometime in the next few years, but no, we weren’t trying. I’m on the pill...or I was before today, anyway. When that little plus sign showed up, I racked my brain trying to figure out how this happened because I take my pill at the same time every day. Religiously. But then it clicked. Do you remember how sick I was last month?”
I nod in reply.
“I wound up taking a round of Amoxicillin and antibiotics have a nasty habit of lessening the effectiveness of birth control. Honestly, we knew there was a risk, but didn’t bother buying condoms...and well, now we have a baby on the way.”
I feel my eyes filling with happy tears. I know how badly she’s been wanting a child and considering how head-over-heels in love my brother is with her, I know that whatever she wants, he’d want. He’s going to be so fucking stoked and I don’t think she should wait another second to tell him.
“Rainey, find out where they are right now and go to him,” I insist.
She looks at Devyn. “This is Devyn’s bachelorette weekend. I don’t want to ruin it.”
“Honey, I’ve been telling you all day to say something to him. This is way more important.” Devyn’s grin stretches across her face. “Besides, this may be the booze talking, but all this talk about baby making is making me want to practice making another one with Rye. Like, now.” She blushes. “And maybe while we’re at it, see what all the fuss is about with the butt stuff.”
Rainey and I both belt out a shocked laugh. Ah, good ol’ reliable alcohol.
