Page 68 of Falling into a Second Chance

Chapter Thirty-Five

Saturday morning dawnedlike any other, except they had gathered at Harper’s, they were not eating leftovers, and nobody was in their pajamas. Oh, and the fact that there were three husbands in the living room.

Sadly, all combined, the breakfast felt completely different and completely off. Today there were four babies present, three of which were in the living room; only Poppy was welcome in the kitchen. Agatha assumed it was because she was a girl and not because they were treating Agatha differently because her baby’s father was not there.

Tearing a muffin apart and putting it on the highchair for Poppy, Agatha let the conversation flow around her. Her daughter was trying to grab the chunks from her as fast as she could put them down, stopping only when her cheeks were packed full. Agatha put the muffin down and proceeded to pull muffin chunks from her mouth. Her kid had a lot of her daddy in her.

“I’ve got you down for Saturday night, Agatha. We need you,” Lucy said from the table.

“I can’t; I have a kid.” Agatha pointed out. Maybe they would even be home by then. Chrisless, but at least home. His house had to be done soon.

“Buzz will watch her. She needs the practice and she is useless to us. You, on the other hand, we need.” Lucy tried to ignore her own son crying in the living room with his father but was failing.

“Do you realize how many times I worked for you two when I was pregnant? Not once did I complain. Not once,” Agatha argued.

“Bull! You were constantly complaining. You complained at every event, pregnant or not. Actually, you probably complained less when you were pregnant. I’m putting you on the schedule,” Harper said.

“I don’t want to.”

“Too bad, you’re needed. Wear something pretty.” Harper smirked as they didn’t have a dress code for their employees.

“I will not. And I want to be the first to leave,” Agatha demanded, knowing there was no way out of this.

“I will put you down for clean-up,” Lucy said with a grin until her baby cried again, which tore her attention away from the kitchen.

“Where’s the event at?”

“The J,” Harper answered for the distracted Lucy.

“Swanky,” Agatha said, getting enough out of Poppy’s cheeks for her baby to start filling them again. One of Harper’s goals had been to become the in-house caterer at The J, but they had found it was too much work when they had finally gotten the contract. Now she and Lucy could work there anytime they wanted to. It was a high-end establishment.

“Oh, it is,” Lucy agreed as she went to check on her baby.

“So, are husbands now invited if you have a baby, forcing us who don’t have a baby to find one so we can bring our husbands?” Mabel asked.

Sera patted her hand. “Yes, honey. Baby first, and then you can bring Cliff.”

“Totally unfair,” Mabel grumbled.

“I agree with. Maby. It is unfair,” Harper stated. Her man wouldn’t be there if they weren’t eating at her house.

“Pop out a spawn, and you too can bring your husband,” Buzz said, patting her huge belly.

“Not ready yet. Cliff is enough of a kid.” Mabel laughed.

“I’m just not ready yet, period. I like sex and sleep too much,” Harper stated nonchalantly, then looked at her mom and blushed.

Agatha loved that every once in a while, it snuck up on her sister that she was married to Sera’s twin brother.

“Sex is how you get kids, Harper, so you better watch out,” Sera replied, not noticing Harper’s reaction to the words.

Lucy brought in the sad baby boy, and Agatha watched her sit back down. As she arranged the baby on her lap, Lucy nodded in agreement. He was still in a gray pajama set and looked very upset with the crowd. Agatha couldn’t tell Lucy’s twins apart yet. In time she would, but until then, she was just calling them both baby. Not Luke and Owen.

“Not if you are careful.” Maby took her nephew’s hand in hers and shook it.

“I think there are a few ‘carefuls’ that went awry in this room,” Sera answered with a grin.

“Harsh, Mom,” Agatha said, once again pulling muffin from Poppy’s mouth.

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