Page 55 of Forever

I still can’t believe it. A house. For us. He never said anything.

His apartment was amazing, but this is another level.

“Wanna go in and see?”

I look over my shoulder with the biggest, goofiest smile known to a man. “Hell, yeah!”

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“You’re eating pineapple again?” I laugh at my friend who’s literally inhaling pieces of juicy fruit.

Sweet juice drops down her chin, but she simply wipes it with her finger before stuffing another piece into her mouth.

“Don’t judge it till you try it!” Sienna points her finger accusingly at me. “Which will probably be sooner rather than later.”

“What?” I shriek in surprise.

How does she know I’m pregnant? It’s impossible. We didn’t say anything to anybody. The plan was to wait until after the wedding. Like the plans usually work for us. The plan was also to wait before getting pregnant and look at us now.

This secret is eating me alive. I want to tell my friends and family, but it just isn’t the right moment.

With moving to the new house, organizing the wedding, taking care of all the paperwork that moving from Croatia requires and finding a doctor, there was never the right moment. Most of the days I’m so tired when the day is over that I just crash into bed and sleep. Thankfully, all of that will be over after the wedding this Saturday.

I’m getting married in two days.

Two freaking days.

“I’m just saying,” Sienna mutters with a full mouth. “Now that you’re officially tying the knot, I can’t imagine Willy-boy will wait much before y’all are pregnant.”

She doesn’t know.

Inwardly, I sigh in relief, but on the outside, I simply shrug. I don’t want to lie to her face, but at the same time I can’t admit the truth.

“You’re eight months pregnant, Si. Where do you put all of that?”

She’s huge. Like a house or something. Not that I would dare to say it out loud. But it looks good on her. She didn’t gain a lot of weight generally—her arms and legs are still long and lean—but her belly is big and round. And boobs. I think she’s at least double her original size. If my baby will be that big I won’t be able to get out of the bed half my pregnancy.

“I don’t know! This baby is always hungry,” she whines and rolls her amber eyes. “Reminds you of somebody we know?”

“Like father, like son.”

Just in that moment, the front door opens.

“Look, dude! I told you already, I don’t have idea who you are. Wait here, and I’ll send somebody to get you,” Val yells from the foyer. I can hear irritation clearly written in her voice.

Valentine came a couple of days ago with my family. We wanted them to stay with us a little longer and get used to the time change before the ceremony. Val’s boyfriend was supposed to come too, but in the end, he decided to stay home.

She’s been really angry at the whole situation but with their problems, I wasn’t surprised he didn’t come and she was feeling a bit snappy.

Si and I share a look. “I’ll go check who’s at the door.”

But before I even get off the chair the door slums shut and Val marches into the kitchen, blond curls bouncing wildly on her shoulders.

“Chocolate mint ice cream. You’re lucky I didn’t pour it down that asshole’s head.” She shows with her hand in the general direction of the front of the house.

“What did the poor guy do?” I laugh, but my friend doesn’t find it funny.

Sienna opens the carton of ice cream and grabs two spoons, offering one to Val.

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