Page 93 of Finding Fate

“Oh, okay,” she replied uncertainly, sensing they were missing something.

“So,” Bridgette urged, “Pictures?”

Isabel happily slid the pictures over to her mother, and their parents all leaned in to fawn.

“Look at these!” Jenna gushed. “I wish they had 3D ultrasounds back when I was having my babies.”

“What’s this?” Chuck asked as they flipped to the last picture.

Bridgette gasped, “Is that?”

Isabel looked at Tucker, giving him the go-ahead as she popped a carrot into her mouth.

“That last picture was a surprise. It’s a girl!” he announced.

“What?” Jenna gaped, grabbing the picture from her friend. “You found out?”

Tucker held his hands up at his mother’s tone. “Totally by accident.”

“Yeah, the tech had actually just warned us we might accidentally see, and she just sort of rolled and spread her legs,” Isabel explained.

“Bam, all girl,” Tucker added.

“I’m just so happy. A granddaughter,” Jenna said to Bridgette as she leaned over to squeeze Isabel around the shoulders.

“A granddaughter, huh?” Chuck mumbled to himself.

“She’s so sweet,” Bridgette chimed in, still looking over the picture. “I think she has Tucker’s nose.”

He groaned and Isabel laughed. “You have a nice nose.”

“But on a girl?”

She shrugged, happy.

“So do you have any ideas for a name yet?” Jenna asked, flipping through the pictures again.

Isabel felt Tucker give her a ‘What did I tell you?’ look, and she grinned sheepishly. She hoped they wouldn’t catch on to the significance behind the name too quickly as Tucker thought they might. It was special to them, but a little embarrassing to disclose with parents.

He nudged her arm. “Tell them.”

She took a bracing breath and said, “We like the name Destiny.”

“What a pretty name,” Jenna complimented.

Chuck just sat there quiet as ever and nodded.

Isabel saw the understanding in her mother’s eyes. Her smile was genuine, but her look still held the slightest implication of disapproval. Her mother might be excited about the baby now, but she still wasn’t thrilled about the situation, seeming to blame Isabel and Tucker’s sexual activity on their early pledges of devotion.

“Ugh, why does Tucker have to be right about these things?” she wondered in frustration.

“Are you ready, ladies?” Tucker’s dad suddenly asked. Their moms nodded, setting the ultrasound pictures aside as Chuck got up to grab something from the far counter. Isabel exchanged a suspicious look with Tucker, fully confused when the thinning redhead came back to set thick envelopes in front of each of them.

Bridgette leaned forward in her chair. “Okay, now, kids. We need to talk.”

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The silence in the treehouse was deafening. Annie lay back on a beanbag to button her jeans, and Jet stood off in the far corner, buttoning his Hawaiian print shirt and looking anywhere but at her.

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