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Don’t get me wrong, the thought of having children with Hudson sounds amazing. I can already envision little dark haired boys and girls running around the house, but having children in general scares the hell out of me.
“Here, you look like you could use something a little stronger than wine.” She takes the long stem glass from my hand and sets it on the counter.
I’m not a huge wine drinker but I felt obligated to when Hudson’s mom offered me a glass. I’ve been nursing the same drink for nearly two hours now.
“I’m good,” I tell her, not sure what about my expression tells her otherwise.
“If you mean good as in all the color drained from your face from that conversation, then yeah, you’re perfect.” She giggles, generously pouring vodka into two different glasses.
“No it didn’t. I want kids,” I insist.
“I’m not saying you don’t.” She smiles, topping off the vodka with cranberry juice before sliding one of the glasses into my hand. “But you’re clearly not there yet.” She takes a sip of her drink and sighs. “That’s better.”
“You’re not wrong there. I would love to have kids with Hudson one day.”
“Just not today,” she finishes my thought.
“Exactly.” I nod, taking a long drink as I lean against the counter. My gaze darts around the beautiful kitchen that’s made up of dark woods and light granite. The contrast between the two is just enough to give the room a wow factor.
Hudson’s parents’ house is incredible. At least four times the size of the house I grew up in and ten times grander. It’s a huge two story brick house set back from the road and surrounded by tons of land. I learned earlier that his parents’ had this house built when Hudson was six.
“You two are good for each other.” Sara brings me back to the conversation. “I’ve only ever seen him with Steph and he never looked at her the way he looks at you.” Her words send a whooshing feeling through my gut. “It’s clear he really loves you.”
“I really love him.” I smile, taking another drink.
“Also clear.” She gives me a knowing smirk.
“Y’all hiding out in here now?” I look up just in time to see Kelly enter the room. She heads straight for Sara, snagging the glass out of her hand the moment she reaches where we’re standing.
Taking a healthy gulp, she moans around the drink before handing the glass back to her sister.
“Um, excuse you.” Sara sighs, her voice full of playful annoyance. “Get your own.”
“We’re sisters. What good are sisters if they can’t share their alcohol?” She reaches over and takes my glass next, taking a long pull from my cocktail as well.
“Welcome to the family,” Sara mutters, giving her sister an innocent smile as she hands me back my glass.
I’m not usually one for sharing drinks, but I have to admit I like that she included me. Kelly has a way of making me feel like I belong.
Twenty minutes and two drinks later, the three of us are standing around the kitchen island laughing as Kelly retells the story of when Hudson stuck an entire pack of his mother’s maxi pads to the back of the bathroom door thinking they were stickers.
I’m buckled over, clenching my stomach–which physically hurts from laughing–when I catch sight of Hudson leaning inside the doorway watching us. Kelly notices him at the same time I do and instantly stops talking.
“Why are you standing there like a creeper?” Sara asks, spotting him as well.
“Just seeing what you ladies are up to.” He gives her a dimple filled grin. “I see you all are trying to corrupt my woman.”
“Corrupt, no. Inform, yes.” Kelly giggles, clearly feeling the effects of the very strong drink Sara made for her.
“Don’t you ever get tired of telling the pad story?” he asks, arching a brow at his sister.
“Are you kidding me? Best story ever!”
“Sorry, Hud, but I have to agree,” Sara chimes in.
“You two.” He shakes his head, humor etched across his handsome face.
“You love us and you know it.” Sara sticks her tongue out at her big brother.
