Page 105 of In Love with Lewis Prescott
Mom uses her free hand to fan at her eyes. “Lewis. Harper. You’re so wonderful together. We’re blessed to have a perfect daughter, and now we have the perfect son. We’re so proud of you both.”
I blow her a kiss. Dad walks up to hug her.
“Jules, honey, this is sounding a lot like the toast you gave at their wedding,” he jokes before kissing her cheek.
“I can’t help it.” She sniffles and dabs at her eyes. “I’m just a ball of emotions.”
The room fills with chatter and laughter. Lewis hugs me tight against him, and the two of us watch everyone around us chat and laugh.
“Aww, you two. Making Auntie Jules cry tears of joy again.” Naomi sidles next to me to refill her glass from the faucet.
“No sangria for you?” I ask.
“Nope, I’m good with just water. Honestly, the thought of alcohol makes me kind of sick.”
“Spoken like a true lightweight,” I tease.
When Simon walks over, I point to the end of the counter where the hard alcohol bottles are. “Don’t worry, we’re not gonna make you drink the fruity stuff. We got a fresh bottle of scotch for you.”
“Oh. Thanks. I’m good, though.”
His brow furrows slightly just before he sips from his own glass of water. He runs a hand through his light brown hair and shuffles a little.
“Well, that’s a first. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you say no to scotch.”
“Yeah. Well. Just trying to cut back.” He clears his throat right before exchanging a look with Naomi.
“Damn, are you pregnant, Simon? Congrats, man.” After a few seconds of awkward silence at my terrible joke, I finally catch on.
“Oh shit...” I turn to Naomi. “Are you...”
“Um, maybe?” Her dark brown gaze darts around the room, but no one seems to overhear. She glances at Simon, who’s trying and failing to bite back a smile. “We’re not necessarily trying right now, but we’re not using protection, so I’m not drinking anymore, of course, and Simon is joining in solidarity because he’s a sweetheart like that. And I missed my last period by a couple of weeks, so...”
I pull her into a hug.
“Shh, we don’t want to tell anyone yet. We’re not even sure.”
I release her from my hug and swallow back the squeal I’m aching to let loose. “Of course. Sorry,” I say quietly.
I turn to Simon and pull him into a quick hug. Lewis pats him on the back, and I scoop Naomi’s hand in mine.
“Does anyone else know?” I ask.
“Just Maren. She noticed Simon’s no-scotch thing the other day when she was over at our apartment before she jetted off to London to visit her boyfriend.”
“Promise, I won’t say a word till you’re ready.”
Naomi is practically glowing as she hugs me.
Dad hollers that he finally figured out how to get the movie to play. Simon and Naomi make their way to the living room while Lewis and I stay standing in the kitchen.
“You’re gonna be an uncle,” I whisper to him.
He tugs a hand through his gold-blond locks while shaking his head. He smiles, his eyes dazed, like he can’t believe it. “I can’t wait.”
I move to head to the living room, but he pulls me to turn back to him.
“Hey. How do you feel about...you know...” He nods his head to Naomi and Simon, who are sitting on the floor.
