Page 110 of Player Misconduct
It’s more than enough.
My phone dings on the kitchen table, and I expect it to be my sister though it should be about 7pm there and my nephew probably has a game tonight.
Vivi:You owe me for the nursery install. I take spa treatments as currency.
Isla:Tell her we're coming over for an unpacking party once the boxes arrive.
Trey: Welcome to the block. Also, you're in charge of snow shoveling this winter.
Jokes on him… Seattle doesn’t get much snow on the ground floor in the winter.
Hunter:Does this mean we get a new spot for game nights? Because Trey's couch is getting sad.
Trey:My couch is fine.
Peyton: Your couch is a relic.
I laugh, tilting the screen toward Kendall. "They're already planning to invade."
She leans over, reading the messages, and her cheeks flush pink. "They're… really excited."
"They love you," I say simply. "They've already made room for you."
Her eyes glisten, and she looks away quickly, swiping at her cheek. "I'm not crying. It's hormones."
"Hormones," I agree, grinning. "Totally."
She smacks my arm lightly, but she's smiling.
I type back quickly.
Me:She loved it. Thank you.
Vivi: I KNEW IT. Okay, unpacking party this weekend. I'm bringing champagne. Non-alcoholic for the preggo contingent.
Isla: I'll bring food. Cammy's in charge of music.
Me:You guys don't have to do all this.
Vivi: TOO LATE. Already planned.
Trey:Also, heads up everyone, the nursery could cause “baby crazy” symptoms. Enter at your own risk. Vivi cried.
Vivi: I DID NOT.
Trey: You absolutely did.
Me: She's not the only one.
Kendall glances at me, brow raised. "You cried?"
"A little," I admit, shrugging. "Don't tell anyone."
"Your secret's safe with me."
I lean over and kiss her temple, breathing in the scent of her. "It’s all coming together. See? I told you it would. There’s nothing to worry about."
She swallows hard, nodding. "I'm starting to believe that."
