Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“So, did you get the keys yet?” Kayla is almost more excited than I am.
“Yes! We’re going to start dropping boxes today. The movers couldn’t schedule us until next weekend, so I’m bummed. Honest question. Do you think it’s possible for me and Drew to have all our crap moved by the end of the weekend? The sooner, the better.”
She laughs and I can hear the beeping of her mustang as she puts her keys in the ignition. “I have a few contacts I can call that owe me a few favors. Want me to?”
“Have I told you how much I love you? I mean, I seriously love you.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, I’m getting another call. I have to meet a client on the other side of town. Just wanted to make sure you’ve got the keys. Talk soon.”
I throw my phone on the couch and change into a pair of yoga pants. Drew’s been making trips in and out, carrying several boxes at a time. His flexed arms look so damn sexy, and sometimes when I catch side-glances of him, it makes me smile to know he’s mine.
After my hair is pulled back into a ponytail, I pick up a big box and carry it outside. Drew has the truck backed up with the tailgate down and as soon as he sees me, he hurries over and grabs the box out of my hand. “Court, you shouldn’t be carrying things that are way too heavy.”
I laugh. “I’m an independent woman. I can carry a box.”
He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah, but I want you to be careful and not hurt yourself.”
All I can do is laugh and roll my eyes. We finish packing a truck full and decide to try to move as much as we can for the rest of the day. Once the truck is parked in our new garage, Drew unlocks the side door and we both walk through, imagining it fully stocked with furniture and decorations and the smile on my face is evident of how happy I am at this moment.
I stand in the living room and look around and I feel a little overwhelmed with happiness. “I might cry,” I say.
He wraps his arm around me. “It’s normal to be emotional.”
I take a step back and look at him. “Okay, what’s going on?”
Drew’s eyebrows are up and his hands are out. “What do you mean?”
“You said I had to eat. You’ve been weird about me lifting heavy boxes, and now it’s normal to be overly emotional. Spill it.”
He lets out a sigh and swallows hard. “I know you probably wanted it to be a surprise...”
My eyes furrow and I’m honestly confused. “Surprise?” I wait for almost a minute as his mouth drops open and closes again.
“I don’t know how to say this...”
“One word at a time?” I offer him a smile.
“Court,” he takes a step closer, removing the space between us, and pulls me into his arms. His hands rub against my back and it feels so comfortable being with him like this. “I saw the pregnancy tests in the bathroom. And Logan told me that girls like to make a spectacle out of it and I didn’t want to ruin this for you, for us.”
I take a step back and I’m actually shocked. “Now, I don’t know what to say.”
“I know you’re going to be a great mom. And it’s like fate that we moved into a bigger house for our new family.” He’s so happy and he’s going on and on about this.
“Drew...”
“I’ve known for days and I’m sorry for not saying something sooner.”
“Drew...I’m not.” I swallow hard. “I’m not the one pregnant.”
I don’t know if he’s upset or happy and I’m waiting for him to say something, but I can tell he’s piecing it all together as the memories of Viola and I in the bathroom come flooding in.
Viola plopped down on the edge of the bathtub and her face fell into the palms of her hands. “I feel like a butthole.”
I let out a big laugh as I unboxed the pregnancy tests and lined five of them up on the counter. She looked up at me and gave me a sarcastic smile as I held out my hand like Vanna White.
“I’m not pregnant, Court. Tubes tied. Burned. Chopped. I’m even willing to bet you a million dollars.”
“Okay, okay. I might take you up on that bet, but did you know that every one out of a thousand women get pregnant with healthy babies even after getting their tubes tied, chopped, burned, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera? Seriously, how will we know for sure if you don’t take a ninety-nine-point nine percent accurate pregnancy test?”
As she rolled her eyes at me, she let out a big huff. I could tell she was irritable, one of the many signs of her being pregnant.