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“What’s that?” she asks.
“Nothing.”
“Come on, Paisley. What’s up?”
I glance over at my middle sister. She’s now eighteen and all grown up. It’s hard to believe, and it makes me feel old. We’ve grown closer the last couple of years, and I hope that the same thing happens with Peyton. I may be a lot older than both of them, but they are still my sisters. “Cam’s been asking about starting a family.”
Her eyes light up. “You want that, right?”
I nod. “More than anything.”
“So, what’s the issue?”
“We both travel so much. How are we going to raise a baby when we’re both on the road?”
“Ah.” She nods.
“Yeah. I didn’t think about that when I chose my career. I was so dead set on staying a part of the sport that I loved that I didn’t look past the career and to the future and what my life might look like.”
“You’re married to a millionaire.”
“And?”
“And money isn’t an issue. You could quit.” She says the words so simply.
“I could, but I love my job and what I do.”
“Yeah, but what is it Dad’s always saying? Always speak from your heart?” she asks, and I nod. “What is your heart telling you? If I know anything, it’s that life likes to toss out curveballs. I know you’re Miss Independent, and you wanted a career where you didn’t have to depend on anyone else to support you. There are other jobs you can get as an athletic trainer. It doesn’t have to be with a professional baseball team.”
“I know, but then I’m giving up all that time with him.”
“But you’ll be with your babies,” she says softly.
She’s right. “When did you get so smart?”
“I learned it all from you,” she says.
“What’s going on over here?” Willow asks. She’s holding her hand over her baby bump.
“You mean your husband let you out of his sight?” I ask.
“Nope. My worrywart of a husband pleaded with me to stay put while he ran inside to the restroom, and here I am.” She grins. She’d been sitting on a lounge chair with her feet propped up. “I’m pregnant, not made of glass. Besides, I need in on the girl talk.”
“How are you feeling, Momma?” Parker asks, rubbing her baby bump.
“Like I’m ready to pop.”
“You’re glowing,” I tell my best friend.
“Yeah, well, you need to work on your glow. I want our kids to grow up together,” she tells me.
Parker’s eyes find mine, and she grins, shrugging.
“I’ll see what I can do,” I tell Willow.
“Uh-oh.” Parker laughs. “You’ve been spotted.”
We follow her gaze to see Travis Henderson, Willow’s husband, and my husband headed in our direction.
