Page 18 of Accidentally in Love

“You look like you’re glowing!” Declan’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“Hey, Dec.”

He nodded toward the piece of paper in my hands. “Did you show that to Nol yet?”

“You know?” I asked.

I hadn’t told Nolan not to tell anyone about the pregnancy, so it wasn't a shock his brother already knew.

Declan nodded. “Nol told me the next day after you kicked him out of your apartment.”

I cringed. Maybe I had hurt Nolan’s feelings when I dismissed him like that. Pregnancy mood swings were no joke.

I looked down at the grainy image of our baby. “No, I haven’t shown him yet. We haven’t spoken since I told him about the baby.”

Declan’s gaze slid over to the windowed wall on the other side of the bar. Nolan and one of the other brewers looked like they were in a heated argument.

Declan’s whiskey brown eyes connected with mine. “Actually, seeing you might cheer him up.”

“Cheer him up?”

Declan sighed. “We found out the tank’s calibration was off and had to dump a whole batch.”

“Oh, no!”

He nodded. “Yup. Safe to say, Nol’s not in the best mood.”

I cringed. “I’m probably the last person he wants to see then.”

Declan gave me a funny look, but we were interrupted by Gemma cursing loudly at Felix while he laughed in her face. “Christ, those two.”

“What’s the deal?” I asked.

“Beats me, woman! They’re either gonna kill each other or…”

“Or what?”

Declan waggled his eyebrows at me.

“Gross!” I scoffed.

We were interrupted again when one of the food runners brought my burger. I cut into it to make sure they cooked it thoroughly and then bit into it with a low moan. Declan walked off to go break up the argument between my sister and the other bartender.

One day Gemma would tell me why she couldn’t stand Felix. I didn’t get it because Felix was her type of man with his sleeve tattoos and piercings. Most of the women she dated looked like that, too. Felix seemed so nice; I wished she would just tell me what was up with that.

I was cramming fries into my mouth when I turned and saw Nolan sitting next to me. His grumpy face turned up into a smile, and his broad shoulders shook with laughter as he watched me fight to swallow.

“Hi,” I finally greeted after I wiped my mouth with a napkin.

He ran a hand through his beard. “Hey, you. How are you feeling?”

“Like hot garbage?”

He frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“S’okay. The doctor said it’s normal. Pretty sure I’ll throw this up tomorrow.”

His brow furrowed. “You went to the doctor?”