Page 23 of Oops, I'm Having My Best Friend’s Baby!

CHAPTER 9

AMY

Amy had never been one for naps. She’d never even really slept late in the mornings all that much, perpetually an early bird, rising as the sun did. That had always suited her just fine. She’d pull on her sneakers and go for a run before the rest of the world was properly awake, not caring about the fitness aspect of it so much as she just liked seeing the day get started when the light was still bleary, and everything that was usually full and busy looked strangely calm and empty.

The last thing she had expected was to have to take a nap on vacation. She’d been under the impression that vacations were supposed to be relaxing, rejuvenating, maybe even a little boring. But Amy was exhausted. She was swimming all day, then talking to everyone and mentally keeping tabs on keeping up the appearance of being engaged to Kai. Then there was food served at some point, then more swimming, then more talking. She’d just planned to sit down on the bed for five minutes, just to be on her own for a second and take a few deep breaths. But then, suddenly, someone was shaking her shoulder and calling her name.

“Amy?”

She pried her eyes open, which took a good while as she pulled herself out of sleep, to find Kai standing over her with a concerned expression on his face.

“They’re about to serve dinner,” Kai said. “Are you okay? Do you feel sick?”

He knew how rare it was for her to fall asleep like that, and he put the back of his hand to her forehead to check her temperature. Amy swatted it away gently.

“I’m fine,” she said. “Just fell asleep because I didn’t realize how exhausting hanging out with rich people would be.”

Kai smiled, relieved, as she sat up on the bed and tried to smooth her hair down into place behind her ears. She ran her hands over her face, hoping that she hadn’t drooled all over her chin. With how hard that spontaneous nap had slammed into her, she wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d all heard her snoring up on deck.

Kai sat down on the bed next to her with a sigh. “I might take five minutes here, myself. You’re right. All us rich people really are exhausting.”

“I thought you said they were serving dinner?”

“In a little bit. Besides, I figured you might want to rub the pillow marks out of your face before we go up.”

“Oh man, are they bad?”

“They’re pretty impressive, not going to lie.”

Amy rubbed at her face, massaging her fingertips into her cheek.

“You might be able to check your messages,” Kai said, sitting back on the pillows with his arms folded behind his head, like he was king of the world.

“Do we finally have service?” Amy asked, grabbing her phone from the dresser where it had sat mostly useless.

“For now, we do. I didn’t really think about how being in the ocean means no reception. Funny that.”

“Maybe that’s why Jason likes his boat so much? Because he can just turn it all off and get away for a bit.”

Kai opened his eyes at that. “Yeah… I think you’re right.”

Amy turned on her phone and the screen buzzed with multiple email notifications piling in on top of each other.

“Oh jeez,” she said, swiping through so that she could see what could possibly be going on, wondering if she’d been involved in a spam campaign again. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d been hacked.

“Congrats,” Kai said dryly. “You’re popular for once in your life.”

Amy slapped his leg without bothering to look at him and he chuckled, just happy to get a rise out of her.

She forgot that Kai was there at all when she started actually reading the emails. All of them had something to do with hiring her; whether they wanted a quote or to ask for available dates. Dozens of messages all wanting Amy to cater.

She sat silently on the edge of the bed, her fingertips pressed to her lips in disbelief.

“Amy?”

Thrown back to reality, she looked over her shoulder at Kai who was, once again, looking at her with a concerned expression on his face. Still lost for words, she shoved her phone at him, and it took a couple seconds for him to comprehend what the big deal was. But when he saw what the messages were about and how many there were, his smile split into a big grin.

“They’re all job inquiries?” he asked, looking just as giddy and stunned as she felt.

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