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“The best. You?”
“Yeah.”
My family voted unanimously to move forward on the dude ranch idea, as well as the gender reveals and a whole umbrella of different themed retreats. But today I was helping on the ranch because Jude has his hands full. We’re family, and we help each other out.
“Parker booked a divorce party.” She smiles. “She left Chad, and now she wants to celebrate. I think she wants to bring the kids to meet this little one when he or she is born.”
“That’s great?”
She nods. “It is. I didn’t know if she’d ever get there. And I definitely didn’t think it’d be this soon.”
“She seems like a trooper. She’ll come out this all right.”
“Definitely.” She slips off the wall and straightens her dress. “Let’s go. I don’t want us to be the last ones there.”
I escort her to my truck and open the passenger door for her. She climbs in and buckles up. I’ll never tire of seeing her in my truck. I’m still surprised every time I come home, and she hasn’t yet come to her senses and left me.
We drive to the hospital and park next to Ben’s truck. Brooks is just parking his sheriff’s vehicle when we walk in, so we wait for him at the entrance.
“Hey, lovebirds. How’s the bun in the oven?”
Briar rolls her eyes. “How are the donuts?”
God, I fucking love her.
“Stereotypes.” He shakes his head.
“So, you don’t eat donuts? I heard Boston Cream is your fave,” I say because it’s always fun to poke Brooks.
“They are, but I’m on a diet.” He pats his flat stomach.
We take the elevator up to the maternity floor, and the doors open to the waiting room where my family is being disruptive and loud. No surprise there. They’re always taking up all the space and not understanding that some conversations can be quiet. But who am I to point fingers?
“I’m an uncle!” I shout.
Briar slides by me, going to sit with all the women.
“So am I, dipshit.” Ben hovers by the entrance to the waiting room. “And get ready because you’re the next two who get to go in.”
“Have you already seen her?” I lean into Ben, lowering my voice.
“Yes.”
“Is she… you know?”
He raises his eyebrows. “What?”
“Like, an ugly baby?” I ask, as quietly as possible.
“Nah, she looks like Sadie.”
We both laugh. I didn’t really think Jude and Sadie could make an ugly baby, but I didn’t want to be surprised. Jude would be chasing me through the halls and screaming at me if I said anything offensive.
“Briar,” I call, waving her over, “we’re next.”
She does a little clap of her hands, and when Lottie and Romy come out, we head through the doors and down the hall.
“Room 203,” Romy shouts.
