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“They will be back to normal in the morning!” Jewls disputes.
“Now, would you like the rational and nurturing explanation?” Harley jumps in. “Jewls is determined to combat the stereotype and is pushing herself too hard. Working full-time and part-time, planning a wedding, building a house, and being pregnant has put a toll on her body. She’s lost weight and, at the same time, is swelling more than usual. The babies are developing fine, but she has to be more aware. We now have stricter instructions on diet, exercise, rest, and relaxation.”
I get a glimpse of the pride on Ace’s face and appreciation coming from Major. He’s definitely had his hands full with Jewls' fortitude to do it all.
Jay’s use of ‘we’ says it all. This is us and we’re family. Major can’t fucking wait for these babies. Hearing Jewls’ health wasn’t on track made him lose his mind. So, he took matters into his own hands and took Harley to visit their OB/GYN.
His next stop was Tom’s.
“You are seriously testing the best friend code of conduct right now.” Jewls’ tone has less bite.
Jay smiles at her sweetly, placing a hand on her stomach. “I’ll take my chances because they are worth being in the line of fire.”
Something in the air changes, and even I feel the weight of emotions. Jewls’ lips tremble and eyes gloss over, but she holds it together. “If you make me cry, I’ll hate you forever.”
“Then it’s a good thing I have these.” Jay whips out a pocket-sized pack of the red licorice we all know will change the mood. Jewls snatches them, rips them open, and eats half in one bite.
“Jesus,” Ace mutters.
“You women tending to my bar or nattering like school girls?” Tom bellows.
“Better get back to work while I can still get tips.” Jewls scatters off, all traces of irritation and emotions gone.
Jay goes in the opposite direction.
Rowan leans back into me. “This place won’t be the same without her.”
“Nope.”
“What happens if she doesn’t rest as directed?” she asks Major.
“She’ll eventually go on bed rest.”
“Oh, that would be awful. She’ll go crazy.”
“Or drive everyone else crazy,” Ginger utters.
“I can give her weekly pedicures to help with the circulation in her legs and ankles.”
“Appreciate that, Hollywood.” Major flashes her a grin that has her giggling.
“The name is really sticking.”
“Of course it is, I don’t give out shitty nicknames.” Tom stops in front of us. “Now I have to worry about training someone.”
“I can help you out,” Shayla offers.
“You don’t strike me as the type to stand behind the bar.”
“I’ve done my share of slinging drinks. Once helped a friend in his pub in England. Rowdy crowds, bar brawls, cat fights… seen it all.”
Tom considers this, jerking his head. “We’ll talk after the wedding.” He walks off.
“You want to be a bartender?” Rowan questions her. “I thought you liked your online job.”
“Not forever, but it will help fill my time a few nights a week.” Shayla shrugs.
“I think it’s a fantastic idea,” Harley chirps, rushing by.
