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We’d found the perfect land just outside of town and had the house that sat on the land updated and added onto so there was enough room for our large family. One of the things we’d loved was the mile-long private driveway. The privacy was perfect. We could sit on the porch and see who was approaching with plenty of time to run inside and pretend we weren’t home if it was someone we didn’t feel like seeing.
Right then, that view was allowing us to watch our wife speed down the driveway like she was in a NASCAR race. Dust trailed behind her as she rocketed towards us. Each of us were on our feet and stomping down the steps to meet her.
We weren’t touring, so instead of acting as our tour manager, Layla had decided that she’d work closely with Billy, helping him with anything he needed. Billy, of course, was smitten with her, and had insisted we set up an office locally for him. Instead of spending our non-touring time with our wife, we got to share her with our manager. Layla loved it, though and she was gaining even more experience working with a real manager, unlike when she’d worked with O’Brian.
Layla slid to a stop in front of us and was out of the car, running towards us even as we marched towards her. “Something happened!”
“Why the hell are you driving like that?” We spoke over each other but when she understood what we’d asked, she rolled her eyes.
“I was driving just fine. Now, are you ready for my news?” She bounced where she stood, her smile brilliant.
We were intense about her safety, though. I shook my head. “No. You can’t drive like that. It’s not safe. What if you lost control and wrecked? Do you drive like that in town?”
Jones growled. “We’re hiring a driver for you. You’re a danger.”
Mack nodded. “Yeah, there’s no way you can drive yourself around if that’s how you drive. This isn’t fucking Mario Kart, woman.”
She planted her hands on her hips. “I’m pregnant!”
We froze. Gran ran down the porch steps screaming, followed quickly by Jagger. Layla watched our faces and raised her eyebrows as she waited.
“Well? You don’t have anything to say now?” She narrowed her eyes. “One of you had better find your voice, real fast!”
I let out a loudwhoopand nearly ran Gran over as I picked Layla up around her hips and spun her around. She was pregnant. We were going to have a baby. “We did it! Welcome to your mom, baby one of twelve!”
She cackled when I spoke directly against her stomach. “Put me down before I barf on you!”
“Barf on me! I don’t care! We’re having a baby!” I let her slide down my body and I stole a deep kiss, letting her know just how fucking happy I really was.
Jones and Mack each took their turn to hold Layla and show her how excited they each were. Dad came out to see what all the screaming was about and I told him the good news with tears in my eyes.
He shouted and hurried over to hug Layla with his own eyes suspiciously moist. “I’m going to be a grandpa! Oh, Layla, I’m so happy for you and so thankful for you coming into the boys’ lives.”
“Don’t make me cry!” She found her way into our arms and the three of us held her while she told us about going to the pharmacy to get the test. There was something about a bird and a trip to Taco Bell, but I got lost in holding her, knowing that she was growing our baby at that exact moment.
Gran waited until the end of the story to drop a bomb on us. “This is crazy, but…I’m pregnant, too.”
My jaw nearly hit the ground. “How?”
Gran scowled at me. “Do I need to talk to you about how babies are made, son?”
Layla shuddered. “Are you serious? You’re pregnant? Gran! You weren’t using protection?”
“The protection should’ve been her age. She’s ancient!” Jagger wiped his suddenly sweaty forehead. “I’m not raising this baby, Gran. You’re going to have to do it yourself.”
“You ungrateful little shits. I’m not pregnant, but now I know you think I’m too old to get knocked up. I should do it just to show y’all.” She looked at my dad. “You want to knock me up?”
Layla groaned. “This is a weird level of hell no one ever talks about.”
Jagger threw up his hands. “I’m going to Dallas. This place is crazy.”
Without thinking, I just looked over at him and casually wished him good luck. “Your dick will work just fine, man. Don’t doubt him. He can sense that shit.”
Layla pulled away. “What the hell?”
Gran nodded. “Just put tab A into slot B and you’ll be fine.”
Jagger groaned. “I hate this place!”
