Page 3 of Baby for My Best Friend's Brother

Her jaw falls slack. “Really?”

There’s no judgment or pity in her voice. It only makes me love her that much more.

“I gave up on dating a few years ago. I figured if I was going to find the love of my life, it would happen on its own.” I stare down at our linked hands. “But it hasn’t. After doing a lot of thinking, I realized that just because I never found Mr. Right, it didn’t mean I had to give up on my dream of being a mom.”

“No, you absolutely don’t have to.”

“So, the call you overheard was with my OBGYN office. I have a date with a fertilized egg in a few weeks.”

“That makes sense.” She gives a sad smile.

I can see she wishes I would have told her, but she doesn’t say it. She’s too respectful of a person to ever judge another for wanting privacy for their life, choices, and body.

“I swear, I was going to tell you.” I squeeze her hand. “I just didn’t want to ruin your wedding plans by talking about babies.”

“My friend, nothing you say can ever ruin anything.” Her smile grows even bigger. “Oh wow. You’re going to be a mom!”

“And you’re going to be an aunt.”

“I am.” Her eyes go watery again. “Oh, Sophie. You’re going to be the best mom ever. I’m so happy for you. And so proud of you.”

“Thanks.” I give a shaky laugh. “I’ll admit that even though I’m excited, I’m terrified.”

“Don’t worry. You’re going to be the best.” She throws her arms around me for a hug. “And you know I’ll always have your back.”

“Thanks, Winter.” I hug her closer. “I can always count on you.”

“And you will always be able to.” She pulls back. “Well, shoot. This changes everything.”

“No,” I shake my head emphatically. “It changes nothing. I can still do everything I promised for the wedding. I can even drink until a week before the procedure. I can?—”

“That’s not what I meant.” She rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “I just meant that, in a way, we’re both leaving single life behind. We should celebrate you during the bachelorette party too.”

“No way.” I pull a face. “I don’t want anyone else to know.”

“Party pooper.” She leans back in her seat. “But, I suppose that’s only fair. My lips are sealed.”

Then she darts another mischievous look my way.

I groan. “Why do I have a bad feeling you’re working up something?”

“No, but I do think you should make every effort to enjoy yourself this next week. And I mean”—she wiggles her eyebrows—“really enjoy yourself.”

“What are you saying?”

“Just that you’re in Alaska. Men outnumber women here by a long shot.” She smirks. “Surely there’s a suitable man here to help you… itch a little scratch, one more time.”

I scoff. “I’m not having a vacation fling.”

“Oh, come one. Why not? There will be plenty of single guys at the wedding.” She starts listing off a variety of men and their qualifications as prospective lovers. My cheeks blush even more. “Then, of course, there is my brother.”

My brows knit together. “You’re seriously suggesting I hook up with your brother?”

“Why not?” She lifts a shoulder. “I’m pretty sure he’s had a bit of a dry spell too. And he’s… not bad.”

“You don’t sound so sure about that.”

“No, I swear. He’s a good guy. He’s just been a little… distant.” She shrugs again. “But that could just be because he’s still getting used to civilian life.”

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