Page 58 of Home Run

“When’s the due date?”

“March twentieth.”

“March twentieth, but we’re already in September.” My mom’s eyes popped and she blindly passed the sonogram over to my dad. “You’ve got a lot to do before then. Your father and I can move to the city for a few months. But can you give me her parents’ number so we can start planning and give me her address for where I can send new baby things? Holly, sweetheart, can we stay here?”

Holiday could barely hold in her laughter. “Mom. Slow down.”

She smiled broadly. “Sorry, I’m just so excited. But first things first. When can I meet Millie?”

My phone buzzed on the table, and I glanced down to find one single message on the screen.

Holiday: Tell Millie to run

THIRTEEN

MILLIE

“We’re doing what?”

“Shopping, then brunch, followed by an afternoon at the Aman spa.It’sinsane, you’re gonna love it. I booked mani-pedi, facial, and we’re finishing up with a massage.” Holiday listed each treatment off with her fingers. “Pregnancy one for you. And Radley’s coming as well.”

It was the second time she’d told us, but I was still waking up and I could have sworn I didn’t know Holiday was coming over. My brain might be a little more foggy these days, but I would have remembered someone telling me that I was spending an entire day shopping, eating, and lying down. Because it included two of my current favorite things to do.

Shopping was also a pastime of mine, though it had been a while.

I was yet to brave a store with my newly swollen belly, the one getting bigger by the day. Even online, I couldn’t quite bring myself to visit the pregnancy sections of eachretailer. Which is why I could now only wear my leggings below my bump.

But going with someone else might not be so bad, even if she was a glossed-to-perfection, A-list starlet, and I was yet to brush my hair.

“Did I forget this was happening?”

“No.” She threw her arms in the air. “Surprise.”

I was trying to remember if I’d ever seen Holiday at this time of the morning. The enthusiasm and energy levels were normal, but this early in the day seemed extreme.

“Tanner might have mentioned that you could no longer fit into anything, and I haven’t seen you since, you know”—she waved her hands in front of her flat stomach—“so I wanted to make a day of it. I had to set my alarm.”

“Tanner asked you to take me shopping?”

“Yes, now comeon. Hurry up and get dressed.”

Radley stretched out of a yawn as she leaned against the kitchen counter. “Hol, it’s not even nine a.m. Can we get a coffee first?”

“We’ll get one on the way. I figured you’d want something to eat, too, so I brought bagels and brownies from Darling’s. Tanny said you’re keeping them in business.” She winked at me. “The driver’s downstairs waiting.”

“Darling brownies?”

Her eyebrows waggled. “Still warm.”

It was all she needed to say. In fact, she hadn’t even finished her sentence before I shot off.

“Give me five minutes,” I shouted behind me as I hurried into my bathroom. “Radley, hurry up. Don’t make me wait for brownies.”

It must have been the promise of a chocolatethat had me in the elevatorfourminutes later heading to the underground parking lot, where a blacked-out Lincoln Navigator was waiting for the three of us. Radley’s Secret Service detail was next to it, and based on the borderline annoyed look on his face, I’d say Jake wasn’t too thrilled about spending the day shopping and pampering.

He barely reacted to the smirk I shot him when I climbed into the SUV to find the pink Darling’s Bakery box placed on the center console. While he discussed the route and security protocols with Holiday’s driver, I undid the ribbon and inhaled the sugar.Ahhh. If anyone saw me now, they could easily question how sugar wasn’t considered a class A drug.

“Wow, he wasn’t kidding about the brownies,” said Holiday as she eased into the seat in front of me, while Radley slid in the other side.

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