“Can you just appreciate my work?”
“I do.”
“Then come on.”
The ride to the restaurant started normal enough, but about halfway there, Anika slapped the steering wheel.
“Damn.”
I looked over. “What?”
“I left something at the house.”
“What you leave?”
“Something.”
“Very descriptive.”
“I’ll be quick.”
She turned around, and I didn’t think much of it until we pulled onto her street and I saw cars packed into the driveway, parked in the yard, and lined along the road. Then I noticed the bright balloons tied to the mailbox, complete with little tacos and a baby bottle.
I slowly looked at Anika. “Trevon throwing a party?”
She gave me a dumb little shrug. “I don’t know. Let’s go see.”
“You live here.”
“And?”
“How you don’t know if your husband throwing a party at your house?”
“Come on, Lee.”
Something was wrong with her. I knew it. I just didn’t know what yet. She got out, so I grabbed my purse and followed her toward the house. The second she opened the front door, everybody screamed.
“SURPRISE!”
I jumped so hard my hand flew to my stomach. “Oh my God!”
The living room was full of people. Mama, Wren, Nina, Trevon, family, friends, everybody. Then I spotted Van. For a second, all I could do was stand there before I finally noticed the decorations.
TACO ‘BOUT A BABY was written across a huge sign behind the dessert table. Little tacos wearing diapers were printed on everything. There was a taco bar set up along one wall, cupcakes with tiny sombreros, bright balloons, games, and gifts stacked everywhere.
I slowly turned toward Anika. “You lied to me.”
She was already laughing. “You wasn’t gonna let us throw you one.”
“I said I didn’t need one.”
“We weren’t trying to hear all that.”
Wren came over and wrapped her arms around me. “Surprise!”
“You knew too?”
“Obviously.”