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Chapter 40
Mysti May
TWO YEARS LATER
“They say you’re never supposed to return to the scene of the crime, you know,” I say as Brendon takes my hand in his and walks with me down to the beach.
For our two-year anniversary, my darling husband decided to surprise me with a trip to Tijuana. And not just anywhere here, nope. The same resort, the same suite.
Well, more suites this time because it’s not just the two of us. With all our husbands—and now kids—we’re a fucking caravan that practically invades a town.
Each couple needs two suites, one for them and one for their toddler and the nanny. Yes, we all have nannies. I know it sounds pretentious, but we do have a professional World Series-winning pitcher and fucking royalty within our group.
A little pretension seems fine to me.
“Wouldn’t that be Vegas, not here?” Brendon asks.
Our son is already down on the sand, building a sandcastle with his nanny. Brendon Jr. is the youngest of his “cousins,” so, really, Marta is doing most of the work for him.
“This is where my life changed, where I went off-track,” I say and then stop in the sand and turn to face my husband. “Or at least, where Ithoughtit went off-track. Turns out, it was off for a while. You—and Vegas—got me going in the right direction.”
Brendon smiles at me and says, “That’s why I wanted to bring you here. To give you the bachelorette experience you never had—minus the drunken blackout, of course.”
Of course. We still know how to party, but these days it’s in a more relaxed, controlled way. I guess when you have everything you need in your life, there’s no reason to go searching for it.
And Brendon Brooks is definitely everything I need in life. It might sound cliché, but my heart practically bursts when I think of how much I love him and our son.
Joining everyone on the beach, I think how that feeling of love extends to my best friends and their husbands, as well.
There isn’t anything this group wouldn’t do for each other. And I say just that as Brendon and I take our places in the last two lounge chairs under the resort umbrella.
“That sounds ominous, Mysti,” Becky says. “Are you cooking up some scheme for us?”
“God, no,” I laugh. “I just wanted to say how much I love you guys. We wouldn’t have made it through all the crazy adventures without each other.”
“You wouldn’t have found yourselfinthese crazy adventures without each other,” Lock points out.
A few of us start booing him, and I say, “Ugh, you sound like Norbert!”
Suddenly, everyone’s talking at once.
“Don’t say that name!”
“Ugh, that guy was the worst!”
“Booo!”
I laugh, taking Brendon’s hand.
“I couldn’t agree more,” I say. “He really was the worst.”
“But look at us now,” Percy says, motioning toward the five toddlers on the beach with their four nannies. “We have everything we could ever possibly need—Anastasia! We do not hit Nanny Grace!”
I squeeze Brendon’s hand. Having a one-year-old rambunctious boy is tough enough, but I can’t imagine how Percy and Anton juggle two wild princesses.
Even with our lives going in such different directions, we’ve managed to stay in contact.
Spending a relaxing vacation in a castle while six months pregnant isn’t the worst experience in the world, I can attest. But having all eight of us together like this hasn’t happened in a long time. Not since the guys rescued us from the rooftop in Vegas, actually.
