Page 93 of The Billionaire's Wife

Megan laughed. “What’s he doing?”

Kayla reached for her chicken salad sandwich and took a bite. She held up a finger as she chewed. When she had swallowed, she wiped a corner of her mouth then said, “He says he has to see the baby before he’ll agree on a name.”

“Oh. Well, that makes sense.” Megan nodded. “I thought he was doing something dumb.”

“What?” Kayla’s mouth hung open. “You don’t seriously support this madness.”

Kayla’s gaze darted around the group. “Please tell me you all don’t think this is reasonable.”

“Meh.” Jenna shrugged. “I can kind of see where he’s coming from. How do you know if the baby is a Joshua until you see him? Maybe he looks like a Fred.”

“If he looks like a Fred, you’re better off naming him Joshua and hoping he grows into the name.” I slapped my hand over my mouth. “Sorry. That was supposed to stay inside.”

“All this time, and I didn’t realize you had snarky in you.” Whitney nodded slowly. “You definitely fit in. I’m glad.”

Sunshine chuckled. “Pretty sure I didn’t look like Sunshine. Not sure I do yet. And still, here we are. A name’s a name. Just choose some, put them on a list, and tell Austin to choose from them after he sees the kid. Everyone wins.”

Megan shot a finger at Sunshine. “Perfect solution.”

Kayla frowned. “Jenna?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“No. No way. Do none of you understand that I need to know what the names are going to be?” Kayla set her food down and crossed her arms.

“Why the names and not the gender?” I didn’t understand at all how she was okay with leaving the gender a surprise until birth but wanted to nail down two complete names beforehand. “Wouldn’t it be smarter, if you’re all gung-ho about the name, to know what kind of names to choose? Unless you’re going neutral there. Which you could be, I guess. Robin. Pat.”

Jenna snorted and coffee leaked out of her nose. “Ugh. Not when I’m drinking.”

I laughed. “Sorry.”

“We aren’t naming the baby Pat. Or Robin.” Kayla scowled at me. “Maybe I need new friends.”

Megan mouthed the word “hormones” and I fought a laugh.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you just did.” Kayla smacked Megan’s arm. “Austin is all about blaming my reasonable requests on hormones these days, too. Also? You, of all people, should talk.”

“Hmm. Like what requests?” Whitney took the last bite of her sandwich. “I think we need an example to see if they’re reasonable.”

“Cheese fries. I can’t be held responsible for needing cheese fries at all hours of the day, can I?” Kayla’s eyes brimmed with tears. “And he gets them, I’ll give him that, but I know he’s making fun of me.”

“Pretty sure he’s not.” Megan rubbed Kayla’s leg. “When did you last get good sleep?”

“Nine months ago.” Kayla’s response was a watery mumble as she wiped at her eyes. “I know I’m ridiculous. I do.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be there before you know it.” Megan leaned back in her seat. “I’ll take it over the constant nausea though.”

Ugh. Was everyone going to start sharing pregnancy stories now? Although, really only Kayla and Megan could. To my knowledge, none of the rest of us had any experience to offer.

“You say that now.” Kayla sighed heavily. “Sorry, girls. Now you see why I’m ready for the baby to be here. Let’s change the subject. Has everyone figured out what they’re bringing to Thanksgiving yet?”

I listened as the conversation turned to a heated discussion of required versus optional Thanksgiving dishes. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and texted Tristan.

Are we doing Thanksgiving with your friends?

I didn’t expect him to answer right away. The guys were all over at his—our—condo playing poker tonight. My phone buzzed almost immediately.

I meant to talk to you about that. They’re all flying down to Wes’s island on Wednesday. The main house is finished and he wanted to show it off. You want to go?

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