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“How about I try to get her to come in here?” Hudson asks, leaving the room before waiting for ouranswer.
Willow sniffles again. “That’s a goodidea.”
Stella starts to go toward the door but stops and darts over to Willow. “I love you,” she says with a hug. “Know that I’m here, no matter what, and I loveyou.”
This brings a small smile out of Willow. “I love you,too.”
Stella pokes her shoulder. “And you know you have some explaining to do.Twins?You couldn’t even let a girl know she’s having two godchildrennow?”
“I was waiting for the right time,” Willowreplies.
The door opens again, and a sobbing Maven comes running into the room and crashes into my arms. “Daddy, I’msorry!”
I keep my arms around her and rub her back. “It’s okay, MayBear.”
She turns around, still in my arms, and shyly peeks over at Willow. “Are you mad atme?”
Willow’s eyes go soft, and her tone turns soothing. “Of course not, honey. Just shocked, isall.”
She composes herself, gets up, and runs a hand down her dress. I can’t stop myself from grinning at the sight of her stomach showing through. Fingers crossed, she’ll let it be on display more now. “I need another slice ofcake.”
I grab her elbow to make sure she’s stable and dip my mouth to her ear. “You sure you’re okay with going back out?” I ask. “We can leave, if youwant?”
“We’ll have to face them sooner or later,” shesays.
“We’ll be out in a few minutes,” I tell Hudson. “Tell people no questions until we’reready.”
Maven wraps her hand around my leg. “I know you promised extra doll clothes if I kept our secret.” She pushes her lower lip out. “Do I still get to keepthem?”
Willow snorts before bursting out into a fit of laughter. “God, I neededthat.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Willow
“I knowmy son demanded no baby talk, and I respect that, but can I give you a hug?” Roryasks.
I nod, and she pulls me into her tight, patting my back. “Congratulations, dear. I am incredibly grateful for you. So is John, who’s around here somewhere, waiting to corner his son and lecture him on keeping secrets from his mama.” John is Dallas’sfather.
The majority of the crowd has ventured home, but a few people are still hanging around. Since we came back, Dallas stayed by my side until minutes ago when I finally convinced him to go to the bounce house with Maven and her doll. Some people have been pretending not to stare at me, others have refused to acknowledge me, and the rest have shamelessly watched every move Imake.
“Don’t worry about them,” Rory says when she pulls away. “If anyone asks too many questions, you let them know they’ll have to deal with me.” She grabs a slice of cake and hands it to me. “You deserve this. I told Dallas to give you my number. Don’t hesitate to call if you needanything.”
I nod. “Thankyou.”
She throws me another smile, pats my shoulder, and then walks over to a table of women hunched over while talking in hushed voices. Most likely aboutme.
“Holy shit,” Stella gasps, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. “That was seriously something out of a movie. I need to use that in ascript.”
“No benefiting from my problems for your career,” I mutter, leaning intoher.
“How are you feeling?” she asks when we sit down at a secludedtable.
“A million things at once. Mortified that this is how everyone found out. Relieved that we no longer have to hideit.”
She smirks. “He’s a good dad, Willow. He’ll be good to you and your baby.” She winces and pouts. “I mean,babies.Why do I feel like I’m not your first callanymore?”
“Sorry. It’s just been so overwhelming. I’m still digesting it myself. There hasn’t even been a call to anyone else.” I shake my head. “Hell, all of these people found out before my momdid.”
