Page 273 of Keep This Promise
Addy shrugs. “Probably you. If I could have gotten over your facial hair at thirteen.”
Spencer bursts out laughing. “Only kid in eighth grade with a full beard!”
Holden tosses his arm over my shoulders, kissing my temple. “They’re all a bunch of dumbasses.”
Addison turns to him. “Oh, don’t get me started on you.”
“Me?”
I laugh. “I happen to agree, you are a bit of a knob.”
“Even better!” Addison says, beaming at me. “He’s an idiot in England as well.”
“To be fair, which this is not, Emmett is the biggest idiot,” Holden tries to deflect the conversation.
“I would like to nominate Spencer for that role!” Brielle says with her hand raised.
“Oh, no you don’t. It’s Emmett, I concur. Wife agrees that he’s the biggest,” Blake chimes in.
“That’s rather unfair,” I enter the fray. “Why isn’t it my husband? He’s quite daft. He also can’t hold his booze. Let us recall the bathroom incident of five years past . . .”
The three women nod, Brielle narrowing her eyes at Holden. “We do have to take that into account.”
“Also, he is hated by all felines,” I remind them of another point.
Holden huffs. “You want me to be the biggest jackass?”
“If the shoe fits . . .”
He pulls me into his arms, kissing my neck with a growl. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“She already is,” Emmett says with a chuckle. “She’s knocked up—again—because you’re theonedoctor in America who doesn’t understand how condoms work.”
Not that I can say much as I happened to miss a pill—twice. I was focused on the trial and really just being so bloody happy. Happy to be married to the most wonderful man I’ve ever known, who adores me and our daughter.
“Did you find out what you’re having?” Addison asks, looking at my belly.
“It’s a boy,” I tell her and then grin at all our friends. We hadn’t mentioned it after our appointment the other day.
“A boy!” Brielle yells.
I nod. “We are going back and forth on names, which is why we didn’t tell you.”
“I think we need a community vote,” Spencer suggests.
“Not a chance,” my husband says without any room for debate.
Of course, his friends don’t care. “I like the name Emmett,” Emmett says.
“No.” Holden rolls his eyes. “No Emmett, no Spencer, no other suggestions—”
“Blake?” Blakely offers up.
“No.”
I grin, loving the dynamic of this group. They’re more of a family than friends, and they’ve welcomed me in like a sister.
“We haven’t settled on it, but once we do, we’ll share,” I explain.
