Page 64 of Falling Together

Promise me

Rylee

Fine, I promise

Good

Be here in two hours

Feel free to bring the kids if no one can watch them

Joey

We’ll be there

Setting down my phone, I turn on some music to help calm my nerves. There’s nothing like having friends that have known you your entire life to make you feel loved. Even when they’re ridiculous and want to grill the father of your baby that you’re going on a first date with.

Yeah, still sounds weird to my ears.

I rub a hand over my burgeoning belly. It’s wild that one day my stomach was flat and now there’s the tiniest of bumps.

Not wanting to sit and worry about the date, I start to get ready. I take a long, luxurious shower. The kind where you shave everything and even do a body scrub—because you can. I’m not going to lie; I hope this date leads to more because as much time as Grant and I have spent together at the Emporium over the last few weeks, it’s all seemed pretty platonic since that night back in April. And God, these hormones have really started kicking in because all I want to do is jump the man.

Who could blame me when he looks as good as he does every single day? No man should fill out a baseball shirt the way Grant Prescott does.

As I curl the last strand of hair, my front door bursts open.

“Hey, Georgia,” Joey calls out. “Where are you?”

I smile as I wrap my robe tighter around myself and walk into the living room, all of the girls standing in my entryway.

“Hi, Aunt Georgia,” Max says, wrapping his arms around me.

“Hey, buddy.” I lift him in my arms and give him a peck on the cheek.

“You look really pretty,” he says.

“Thanks. I’m going out with a friend tonight.”

“Mommy says we’re getting pancakes with Dad.”

I smile at him, glancing behind him to see Joey grinning. It didn’t take much for Max to start calling Sam “Dad” and he loves him.

“That sounds like a great night.”

Joey turns on the TV and takes Max from me. “Why don’t you watch some cartoons while we help Aunt Georgia, okay?”

“Okay.”

Rylee and Presley are behind her, each of them carrying dresses as they follow us back to my room.

“We have a little bit of everything,” Joey says. “But I thinks the green dress will be the most comfortable for you. It’s not a maternity dress, but it’s nice and flowy so you’ll feel good.”

She pushes it into my arms as I take a look at it. The sleeveless dress has a smocked chest and flows out from the bust with an empire waist.

“Pair it with your white cowboy boots and you’ll drive Grant crazy tonight,” Joey says.

“I’ll go try it on.”