Page 32 of Viva Wed Vegas

“Shh, just listen,” Star chastises.

“So, erm, congratulations to, I guess, the original OGs,” Maggie says, smiling. “I, erm, what do I say? Oh yes, what a magical day it’s been. Well, I mean apart from you guys running off to fuck,” she snorts. “So, let’s raise a toast to the happy couple,” Maggie says, raising her glass. All the brothers and ol’ ladies cheer and drink their drinks, but Maggie just stands there, frozen on the spot, staring at the ground.

I look at Cash and see his eyes are filled with concern. Star gives Maggie a swift kick to the shin, making her snap out of her trance. She draws in a long breath and looks to Cash. “So, erm. Things change, right? Like life changes, and people change.” She pauses. “I don’t think we talk about change enough sometimes, and do we accept the changes?” she adds. “Maybe scientists need to look?—”

“For the love of God woman, just tell him!” Star snaps.

I look at her and the rest of the ol’ ladies; all of them sat waiting, knowing what was coming.

“I’m pregnant,” Maggie blurts out. The ol’ ladies whoop and cheer, while Cash just sits there staring at Maggie, his mouth hanging open in shock.

“Brother!” I bark, snapping him out of his daze. He shakes his head and gets to his feet, stopping in front of Maggie.

“Pregnant?” he asks.

She nods. “I, I’m scared,” she says, and Cash wastes no time in taking the mic off of her. He places it on the table before pulling her into his arms. I look over to Queenie, tears filling her eyes.

“Well, fuck me,” I mutter.

Star turns to me, smiling, and winks. “Ffffffuck!” Enzo laughs, clapping.

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

STAR

“I feellike we are forgetting something,” I say as I look around the penthouse.

“You haven’t forgotten anything. You just don’t want to leave,” Nova points out, a smirk on her face.

I huff and dramatically flop onto the couch. “You’re right. I don’t want to ever leave here,” I moan, stroking one of the cashmere pillows while wondering if they would notice it missing.

“Is it weird that we are all sat here waiting for the guys?” Rhea asks with a sceptical look.

“Hhhm, you think they are up to something?” Elsie adds, looking at each of us with Enzo cuddled into her, fast asleep.

“Let’s just think about it for a second. We don’t have to check out for another two hours, yet they wanted us all up, dressed, and packed, ready to go an hour before checkout. They mentioned they had something to take care of, then left us all here twiddling our thumbs while we wait for them to return,” Rhea points out.

I snort out loud, and everyone’s gaze snaps to me. “Sorry.” I wave them off. “Not laughing at you. Just a little flashback from one of the many times I told Ghost to go fuck himself when he expected me to celebrate his return. Pfft. What a twot,” I scoff.

“It’s twat,” Josie interjects.

“Huh?” I ask.

“Us Brits say twat,” she explains.

“Where have I heard twot before?” I ask, frowning. All of us sit there, trying to think.

“Sopranos!” Belle blurts out excitedly as she remembers.

“Yes, that’s it. He called a lot of people twots.” I nod.

“Okay, so anyway. Ghost was an absolute... Bellend?” I say as a question, double-checking with Josie that I’ve got it right.

She nods and gives me the thumbs up. I grin, pleased that I got it right.

“Has anyone tried ringing them?” Alina asks.

We all exchange a look. “Er, nope,” Maggie states.

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