“Oh, I am. I’m expectin’ him to push me away and never speak to me again.”
That’s what I’d do if I were him.
She pulls me in for another hug. “Well, I’ll be here for you no matter what. My little niece or nephew will be spoiled as hell.”
I tighten my grip around her. “Thank you.” And then, to lighten the mood, I bring up something we’ve joked about since we were in high school. “I can’t believe you get to sit behind me and chantpush, push, pushdurin’ my labor before I get to do it for you. My hot girl summer just turned into fat girl winter.”
“Oh my God.” She bursts out laughing as we pull apart. “First, that was never gonna happen. Second, summer was over before your little one-night stand mishap, but if it makes you feel any better, we’ll at least be fat together.”
It takes me a second to understand what she’s saying, and then I lower my gaze to her stomach. “What?”
No freaking way.
She nods with a contagious smile. “Yeah. Just found out this mornin’.”
My jaw drops, and I smash her into another hug. “Holy shit! I never thought we’d be pregnant together!”
“Me neither. We weren’t even tryin’!”
“Damn.” I step back with a smirk. “Daddy Fisher sperm workin’ double time.” I waggle my brows at the nickname I gave him last year, and she smacks my arm.
“I swear it was the water at that place. Either that or honeymoon sex works faster.”
I lean against the counter and grin. Her being pregnant with me makes this so much better. “What if our kids grow up and marry each other? We’d be in-laws!”
She giggles. “You’re nuts, you know that?”
“I do. These hormones are about to make it worse, too.”
“Now we can annoy Fisher and my brothers together.”
She grabs her cup of coffee and takes a sip. Considering we’re going to have to limit our caffeine intake now, I don’t blame her for taking advantage one last time.
“About that. I need you to keep this a secret, at least until I can tell Tripp myself.”
“Yeah, of course. Are you gonna tell Travis?”
My top lip curls as I groan. “Eventually. I wish I didn’t have to, but if he finds out before I tell him, he’ll be even more immature about it. If it were up to me, he wouldn’t exist at all.”
“You know that ain’t fair, though. He deserves a chance to be a father; if he chooses not to be, you can cut him out completely. Just don’t let him back intoyourlife, if you know what I mean.”
It’ll be an icy cold day in hell before that happens. I cross my arms and sigh. “Yes,Mother. I don’t wanna anyway.”
“Good. Then all you need to focus on right now is eatin’ healthy, stayin’ stress-free, and gettin’ enough sleep.”
“What ’bout you? Are you still gonna ride?” I ask.
“Yes, but I won’t do tricks or stunts. I’m sure Fisher will try to ban me from all trainin’, but it’s literally my job, so he’ll just have to deal with it. But otherwise, I’m gonna make sure I don’t overdo it, either. We can be accountability partners.”
My whole body warms at that idea. I won’t have to go through this new scary journey alone.
“I love that idea. This is much more excitin’ now that you’re knocked up, too.” I giggle and take out my phone.
“Happy to have forgotten my birth control for you,” she deadpans.
“I downloaded this pregnancy app. You should get it, and then we can track our progress and milestones. It says my baby is the size of a lentil.” I hold up my hand and make a tiny circle.
Once she’s downloaded it, she inputs the date of her last menstrual cycle, and it reveals she’s four weeks along.