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“Oh, come on. It’s obvious. You’ve been hanging out, having dinner, giving each other oral before having sex, and picking up his daughter from camp. All that is falling-for-each-otherstuff.”
“It’s notobvious.” I take a deep breath to change the tone of my voice to sound more self-contained. “Don’t take me making sure my baby daddy isn’t a psychopath for me falling forhim.”
She sighs dramatically. “You owe me a hundred bucks when you two become official. I can take it out of your paycheck. I’ll ask Hudson if anything is going on with Dallas and fried-chickenchick.”
I snort. “Like he’d tell you. Dallas is his brother. Brocode.”
“I can be very persuasive with my man. Trustme.”
I stretch my legs out and measure my stomach—something I’ve been doing every night to track my progress. “I’m beginning to second-guess my decision of forcing the two of you to get back together. All this lovey-dovey crap makes mesick.”
She laughs. “It’s the morning sickness making you sick. I can’t wait until you and Dallas admit you’re in love, and I can throw all of this back in your face. I’ll be the one rolling my eyes at your lovey-doveyshit.”
“Whatever. Dallas is in love with his wife, who passed away.” I’m acting like a brat, feeling sorry for myself, but this is where I start to push him away again. My heart is ready to go back into solitude. You can’t have your heart broken if you don’t give it out. “He’ll always be in love with her, and I doubt that’s going to change anytimesoon.”
She expels a long breath. “People move on. He can still love herandyou.”
“People can move on, yes, but a man in love as deep as Dallas was? No.” A call beeps through, and I pull my phone away to check the caller ID before she keeps up with her argument. “Let me call you back. I have a call comingthrough.”
“Is that call fromDallas?”
“Good night, bestfriend.”
She’s laughing when I end the call to answerhis.
“Hello?” I throw my hand over my mouth, regretting taking the call. I haven’t prepared myself for this conversation yet. I have to get myselftogether.
“Hypothetical situation,” he breathes out, sounding stressed. “What would you say if I told you Maven knew you werepregnant?”
I don’t even have time tothinkabout what I would say before I screech out my reply, “I’d say you were out of your mind, and there was no way she’d know unless someone—say, herfather—toldher.”
“Another hypothetical situation. What would you say if I told you Maven knew we were havingtwins?”
“What?” I shriek.Him and his big mouth.“You’ve lost yourmind!”
He groans. “I couldn’t help it! My six-year-old is apparently the damn baby whisperer. She asked me if you were pregnant because you rubbed your belly like fucking Marci’smom.”
“Marci’s mom? Who’sthat?”
“Another pregnant woman, I’massuming.”
“Let me get this straight. She asked if I was pregnant because I rubbed my stomach like another pregnantchick?”
“Correct.”
“And you felt it was important to confirmit?”
“Correctagain.”
“Are you nuts?” Iscream.
“I didn’t know what to do. I can’t lie to mydaughter.”
The hell he can’t.I’ll be lying to my children all the time about stuff they have no business knowingyet.
“Oh, really? So, you’ve told her Santa Claus isn’t real and the Easter Bunny isyou?”
He chuckles but tries to keep his voice serious. “You know what Imean.”
