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“Why’s it in your glass?” He gets up to have a closer look.
“I have no idea.”
“That’s strange. Where could that have come from?”
“Maybe the stork dropped it off,” Genevieve tells them, and her parents both stare at her. Then her mom gasps.
“You’re pregnant.”
“What?” she cries, sitting back.
“This is so amazing.” She looks at her husband. “We’re going to be grandparents.”
“Um, no you are not.” Genevieve shakes her head frantically. “I mean yes, you are, but . . .” Whatever else she might have said is cut off by Elsie’s shriek of glee and her flying out of her seat to hug Genevieve, who looks at me with wide eyes.
“This is the best news.”
“It’s not news.” Genevieve untangles herself from her mother’s grasp. “I’m not pregnant.”
“What?” Elsie shares a confused look with her husband. “But you said—”
“Anna and Kolter are having a baby, not me and Wyatt.”
“Anna and Kolter,” Elsie whispers and looks over at her son and Anna. “Wait, you’re pregnant?” When Anna nods, Elsie begins to cry and hurries across the room. “Oh my.” She hugs Anna, who gets up, and then Kolter.
Wrapping my arm around Genevieve’s shoulders, I tuck her into my side and mutter just loud enough for her to hear, “Your mom’s a nut.”
“Yeah, she is.” She sighs, leaning into me, and I laugh while looking around at her family, who are all sharing in Kolter and Anna’s excitement, and I hope, as chaotic as it might be, that one day when we do announce Genevieve’s pregnancy, that it’s just as perfect as this moment right here.
Chapter 25:
Ghost
Genevieve
“What’s going on?” Mom asks as I put down my phone, and I spin my chair around to face her while pulling my hair up off my neck to tie it into a ponytail.
“Remember how I told you about the message I received from the Realtor for Lavender Hill?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, apparently they haven’t been able to get everything fixed, so she is asking me to reschedule the appraisal on the house for a few days from now.”
“Did she tell you what the damage was?”
“Not really, just that it was water damage. Honestly, she kept skirting around the question every time I asked.”
“That’s strange.” Her brows dart together. “Maybe you should go over and see for yourself exactly what the situation is.”
“Yeah, I was just thinking that,” I mumble, feeling frustrated. Sure, at the end of the day rescheduling the appraisal wouldn’t normally be a huge deal, but we’re so close to the closing date that any bump in the road could delay things and maybe even affect the loan.
“Do you want me to go with you?”
“No, it’s okay. I’m going to run over there and have a look around, then I need to go by my house and toss some laundry in the wash and check on things.”
“Why would you need to check on things at your place when you live there?” she asks with a knowing look that makes me want to roll my eyes.
“Do you really want me to tell you that I’ve been sleeping over at Wyatt’s every night?”
