Page 34 of Key Lime Kisses
“Uh… Weston-honey? What color crib did you order?”
“Brown,” he called from the kitchen.
“Then why is blue checked?” I cried.
Weston came rushing out with four dogs hot on his heels. He stopped by the box and the most of the dogs skidded to a stop with him; Apple overshot and slid into the wall.
Together, we pried up a flap of the box and stared in dismay at the bright blue crib peeking out.
“I’m going to cry. Again,” I groaned.
“By the way, I made a pie,” said Weston.
I smiled at him, not trusting my voice, then hurried to the kitchen as fast as a pregnant guy can go.
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Just as I suspected, we didn’t even get a chance to get to the store to get more paintorreplace the crib. As Friday afternoon wound to a close, I found myself fidgeting in my chair. Braxton-hicks contractions were kicking my ass today, I kept thinking for sure the baby was coming and I’d have to call Weston. But no, he came home of his own accord, just as I was finishing up one last email.
“Hungry?” he called.
“Of course! What’s for dinner?”
“You’ll see, you have a fun night ahead.”
“We do?”
“Youdo.”
“I’m confused.”
He led me outside, fending off the dogs as they tried to follow us, and I found myself looking at Charlie and Melissa from Weston’s work. I had really hit it off with them over the last few months.
“Hey guys,” I said, confused.
“We’re going out, come on!” Charlie said with a grin.
Melissa, nearly as pregnant as I was, waved me over. “Come on, I’m starving!”
“What is this?” I asked Weston.
“You’ll see, have fun, I love you.”
As it turned out, Charlie had recently discovered his omega boyfriend was pregnant as well; we met him in the parking lot and the four of us headed into a pizza place that smelled like heaven. And that wasn’t even the best part. Tonight was a special guided paint night and the project was a beautiful painting for a nursery.
The four of us ate a ton of pizza and even though I very much doubted my painting skills, I got into the car afterward carrying a painting I was incredibly proud of. I couldn’t wait to show Weston and hang it in the nursery.
As we pulled up to my driveway, I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at my brother’s car on the street. What was he doing here?
I headed inside and my nose immediately caught the scent of paint.
“Hello?” I called, trying to greet the dogs while protecting my painting.
“One second!” Weston yelled back, sounding somewhat frantic.
“Is everything okay?”
“It’s fine!”
