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She shrugs. “One day.”
“Can you imagine! What if one of your boys and my Poppy-girl fell in love and got married?” Winnie sighs dreamily.
“Woah, woah, slow down girl. They aren’t even earthside yet,” I laugh.
Winnie scoffs, waving me off. “Close enough.”
“Poppy-girl?” Brenna asks Winnie.
“Ever since I found out I was pregnant, I always called the baby my little Poppy,” Winnie shrugs.
“That would be such a cute girl name,” I say.
“Oh my gosh! You’re so right. I need to add that one to my list.”
“Have you and Trigger talked about names yet?” Brenna asks me.
I shake my head, reaching out to the basket of pastries in the middle of the table to grab one. “Not yet. Hey, where is Lilah?” I ask, looking around the cafe.
“She had to drive separately. She said she’d be here a few minutes late.
We all decided to meet here for lunch today so they could help me finalize last minute things for my open house this weekend. We only have five days to finish everything up and I’m starting to panic.
I should’ve just waited until after the babies were born. I don’t know what I was thinking, doing this when I’m halfway to birthing two entire humans.
As soon as the waiter sets down ice waters for all of us, Lilah comes bouncing through the front door, looking like she just stepped off of a rockstar’s music video set.
A glimmer of light shines off her left hand and I squint my eyes trying to see clearly. By the time she gets to the table, I don’t see anything other than her many bracelets adorning each wrist. She licks her ruby red lips and smiles at all of us before dropping down into the last empty seat next to me.
“Good morning, bitches!” she leans over, kissing me straight on the cheek. I know there won’t be a mark left. Lilah would never risk her beloved lipstick. She must be wearing a permanent one today. I became very familiar with permanent lipstick while I was stripping.
By the time we leave the cafe an hour and a half later, I’m feeling lighter than I’ve been in months. That’s really saying something, considering I’m fifteen pounds heavier.
Lilah helped me decide on deserts for the party, which she said she’d be more than happy to make for me. Winnie already decided with or without permission that she was going to make a floral arrangement and balloon arches in my studio colors. Lyric and Brenna came with notes of how to try and recruit dancers and parents.
When I get in my car and turn the key to the ignition, I drop my head to rest against the steering wheel and have to take a breath as the emotions overwhelm me. I guess I took for granted all the people I have in my life.
I’m starting to realize that I’ve held onto so much anger inside from when my dad left me and my mom chose to check out long before she even physically left. I was so angry that I never really let myself open my eyes to see all the people that I did have, all the people that wanted to be in my life.
I have this amazing club behind my back. It’s not even just the club, but the entire family that comes with the club.
I let the cold A/C blow against my face in an attempt to cool me down and settle my nerves. With a shaky hand, I reach up and put the car in gear.
I take the thirty minute drive home in complete silence, which is not like me at all. I hate silence. I love music. But I use the silence to my advantage and lose myself in thought about every single thing I have talked to Sophia about. Everything that has happened in my life to lead me to this moment.
With one hand still on the steering wheel, I reach the other down to rub against my boys safely tucked inside me. I make a promise to myself and to them to always protect them. Whatever may come between Trigger and I, these boys will always come first.
Trigger
“Can you please stop by the bakery on your way to the studio tomorrow to pick up the cupcakes? Lilah said she will leave them on the counter in the kitchen.” Pebbles’s sweet but stressed voice comes through the speakerphone.
I’m bent over the hood of my current project, a ‘67 Mustang Cobra. I needed something to take the steam off. Being around Pebbles everyday but not being able to have her is starting to fuck with my head.
My fuse is getting shorter. I noticed that first thing when I snapped on Ben yesterday for no damn reason. Luckily for me, he doesn’t take shit from anyone and was quick to tell me to get my shit together.
That leads me to now. I’ve been bent over or under this car for the last six hours. My fingers are close to falling off as I try for the hundredth time to reach a small as hell area to loosen a bolt.
“Of course, babe,” I answer, and her sweet sigh of relief hits me straight in the fucking chest. It doesn’t help that the radio is blaring the stupid fucking Goo Goo DollsSlideover the surround system.
