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“How are you holding up with all the testosterone in the room, particularly one individual?” She grinned.
Zahara laughed. “It is not so bad now that you and Diamond are here. Elizabeth was a great buffer and kept us all busy with decorating, baking, and taking me out on long walks. Have you known the Brooks family for a long time?”
“Yes, I was in private school with Michael and Ben.” Ambra suddenly smirked.
“They were both getting the shit beat out of them when I and Diamond stepped in to save them.”
Zahara’s eyebrows rose.
“Michael, as you know, likes to joke around or pull pranks, and on his first day decided to open his mouth and antagonize one of the known bullies at the school. I don’t like bullies and people at the school won’t mess with me or Diamond because of who our father is and our mom being the Head at the school. ”
She grinned and continued not leaving Zahara wondering for long about Ambra’s father. “My dad who is a retired mixed martial artists taught me a trick or two. He is Winston Jackson.”
Ambra’s eyebrows rose higher because even she knew who Winston Jackson was. He was a legendary heavyweight fighter known for his winning streak before he retired.
She took another sip from her mug. Zahara could tell she was lost in her memories of meeting the twins.
“We hung out after that. I taught them some of my dad's moves, and they both taught me how to box, as their older brother Carter later taught them, and we have been best friends ever since. They think of me as just one of the guys,” she said, letting out a small sigh. “Do you want them to see you as more than just a friend?”
Ambra swivelled her head around, her face registering surprise. “No,” she said and rolled her eyes.
Zahara almost broke out laughing at how fast Ambra suddenly changed the subject.
“So, what did you wish for from Santa?”
She shrugged. “I am just grateful to be here, spending time in the Alps with the Brooks family.”
“Parents still haven’t come around?”
She raised her eyebrows in surprise that Ambra knew of her situation with her parents.
“Carter mentioned it to Michael and Ben, and they told me.”
“Hell, even I know.” Diamond muttered without raising her head from the magazine.
Zahara glared at the perpetrators, who were busy playing their game.
“Sorry, you are in it now for life.” Ambra smiled and indicated her belly.
Zahara sighed and then gave a happy smile. “My mom reached out to me before my exams finished. The conversation was a little bit stiff because they were mad that I switched majors and school and then got pregnant, but she wanted me to know that both her and my dad love me and would like to talk to me and meet Carter. Carter and I will be visiting my parents after the twenty-sixth and spending the rest of the time with them until New Year.”
“Oh, that is great. Are you nervous bringing Carter home to introduce him?”
“A little bit because my parents can be a little standoffish and judgemental, and Carter, well, you know Carter. They could possibly rub each other the wrong way.”
Ambra reached over and patted her hand. “I think everything will be fine, and if they are not, babies have a way of bringing people together.”
Ambra suddenly looked serious. “How do you feel about being pregnant so young and trying to finish school? Are you nervous about giving birth?”
Zahara set her mug of hot chocolate down on the small table near the couch. “I have always dreamed of being a mother and a wife but having a career first. It is a little hard at times because I now get tired easily and sometimes have aches and pains that I never had before. But I would not change anything for the world.” She rubbed her stomach and smiled down lovingly at the child growing inside of her.
“And hell yes, I am nervous about giving birth and the pain. I hope I am one of the lucky ones and the birth will be quick and painless. I will be thankful to have a healthy baby and no pain at all in delivery.” She raised beseeching eyes to the ceiling.
Ambra nodded in agreement and then turned, placing her hot chocolate on a matching side table on the other side of the couch.
“Can I touch your belly?”
Zahara smiled and nodded in encouragement. Ambra reached over and smoothed her hand down on the top middle part of her belly. “Have you felt anything yet?”
