“You love Jack,” Jess says with a smirk.
“Jack is different.”
“How is he different?” I ask, enjoying her discomfort far too much.
“He just is!” Stella hisses.
Kinsley picks apart her bread before popping a piece into her mouth. “I wonder if Braydon is different.”
“Who is Braydon?” I ask.
“Yes, Kinsley. Who is Braydon?” Winnie follows up with a smile.
“He’s just a guy in school. He’s really nice to me.”
Stella blinks a few times, moving her gaze to each of us before snapping out of it. “No, he’s not nice. He has a penis, which makes him completely not nice. Boys only want one thing. I know this because I grew up with four of them who . . . only wanted one thing.”
“What did they want?” Kinsley asks, and I am ready to fall off my chair. She is her mother’s daughter, and I am here for it.
Stella opens her mouth and closes it. “You know.”
Kinsley bursts out laughing. “I totally do, but this was a lot of fun.”
Jessica laughs, and then Ember starts to fuss. “Crap. Can you hold her while I get her bottle?” she asks me, already moving the baby into my arms.
I take her just as she starts to fuss, so I pat her butt, cooing and trying to calm her. I have not had a lot of experience with babies. None of my other friends have kids, and I’m an only child.
“How is the pregnancy going?”
“It’s fine.”
Jess smiles. “That good?”
“Umm, is it normal?”
“Is what normal?”
I lean in. “This is so embarrassing, but I have really bad gas. All the time. No matter what I eat it’s just bad, but then I can’t . . . you know . . . go.”
She snorts. “Oh, you don’t even know what you have ahead of you. It’s all normal and just part of the joy of bringing a baby into the world.”
I drop my head back. “That’s what I was worried about.”
“How’s Josh about the babies—and gas?” Jess asks as she puts some powder in water.
“He doesn’t mention the farts, thank God. It’s all still surreal.”
“That you’re pregnant with twins?”
I snort. “That, and that we’re together.”
Jess shakes the bottle and her brows knit. “Why is that so surprising?”
I’m not sure what part of it confuses her. “Maybe because I’ve loved this guy forever and I never thought he’d ever choose me.”
“You’re gorgeous, funny, and have a heart of gold. If Josh didn’t pick you, then he’d be stupid.”
I know it’s stupid, but sometimes, I still feel like that fifteen-year-old girl.