Page 95 of Asher

I watched as she attached the boob suckers.

Looked painful.

My sister in laws exclusively breastfeed until my nephews were six months and then switched to formula, so they didn’t pump at all. Rylie couldn’t breastfeed, so this was really the first time I had been exposed to the whole experience.

Seemed like a lot of work.

“I can’t believe you’re a mom.” I spoke around my own full mouth.

Rylie plopped on the couch next to me. “I can’t believe we convinced the guys to take the kids for the night.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Stephanie raised her glass. It’d been three weeks since the Stella drama went down, and Asher and I got engaged.Is that the right word for people who were already married?

“Did you guys pick a date?” Rylie asked.

I smiled. “You know I’m technically already married?”

“That didn’t count.” Stephanie rolled her eyes.

“I think Ross and Rachel would disagree. Also, the state of Nevada.”

“Friendsisn’t real, so it doesn’t count.” Stephanie pointed at me. Her words were nonchalant like she didn’t just disrespectFriends.

I faked a gasp, placing my hand on my chest as I glared at her. “How dare you. That’s where Rylie and I learned literally everything we needed to know about being an adult.”

“Ah. Everything suddenly makes so much more sense.” Stephanie mumbled, sipping on her drink.

I tossed a chip at her. “I find offense in that statement. And we’re thinking maybe September. Do you think that gives us enough time to plan everything?”

“I mean you have what? Almost four months. Three if you’re thinking early September.” Rylie looked like she was mentally flipping through a calendar planning everything already.

“How big?” Stephanie asked.

I grinned. “In inches? Eight if you are going by woman inches. Guy measurement like ten.”

“Damn, Eight? Must run in the family.” Rylie held up her hand for a high-five because being with a guy who has a bigger dick was something to celebrate.

“I hate you both,” Stephanie said, her cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. I wanted to ask if that blush meant Cam was also a member of the big dick club or on the opposite end of the spectrum. With how tall and muscular he was, I banked on it being the first option. “Hold up a second. What do you mean by guy measurement?”

I scooped up some salsa. “You know when they hold the ruler underneath the dick because it goes back further.”

Stephanie’s eyes went wide as she coughed, choking on her margarita. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Ask Cam,” I said. She pulled out her phone, typing away. “What did you text him.”

“I asked if he measures the top of his dick or the bottom.” Stephanie grabbed a taquito from the platter in front of us. We were being lazy with this girls’ night. No one wanted to cook meat for tacos, so air fried, boxed taquitos it was.

“Did you know there is also a saying that inches is a woman’s measurement where the centimeter side of the ruler is the man’s. The ‘cm’ stands for ‘correct measurement.’” I shook my head.

“Men are stupid.” Stephanie laughed. “It wouldn’t surprise me though.”

“I love how open you are now.” Rylie smiled at her.

Stephanie shrugged a shoulder. “Well, you two were bound to rub off on me, eventually.”

“I thought it was Cam that rubbed on you.” I wiggled my eyebrows.

“That too,” Stephanie said, looking down at her phone. Her lips quirked up as she texted him back. “Top.”

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