Page 85 of Who's Your Daddy?

Peter holds my hand and keeps me steady as I climb onboard. On the upper deck is a collection of plush sun loungers and padded seating overlooking the breathtaking seascape. Decorated with soft, seafoam-colored cushions and pristine white canopies, it’s the perfect escape for our weekend getaway. A gentle breeze whispers through the sheer drapes, carrying the scent of saltwater and anticipation.

“This is incredible,” I say, my hair flitting over my shoulders.

A man carrying a tray of orange juice greets us, and after we’ve taken our drinks, he relieves Peter of our bags and disappears.

“C’mon,” Peter says, nodding his head toward a short flight of stairs. “Let me show you around.”

We take the stairs to the upper level, and I hear faint whispers before a big, “SURPRISE!”

The boisterous shouts shock me, stopping me dead in my tracks.

It takes a few seconds to process everything before I recognize what this is. The pink and blue balloons. The chairs are draped with pink and baby blue satin ribbons. The gifts. The snacks. All our friends.

My heart is so close to bursting. They threw us a gender reveal party. Peter was dying to find out, but I wanted it to be a surprise, so we settled on finding out at twenty-eight weeks, which is this week. Dr. Cheng was going to tell us at our next appointment on Friday. Cat was the only one privy to those conversations. We bickered about it many times while she was at the house working on the mural in the nursery, so I’m guessing she’s the one who put all this together.

I walk to her first and pull her into a tight hug. “Thank you so much,” I whisper into her ear. “This means so much to me.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

As she steps back, Scott comes up behind her, looping his arms around her waist before he dips his head to kiss her on the neck. “She went a little overboard,” he says to us.

She leans back against his chest. “I missed out on so much while I was gone, so I feel like I have to make up for it with all these special moments now.”

She continues to talk to Peter while Tori and Shontelle come up to hug me next, broad smiles on their faces. I’m glad they’re here. It was a struggle to maintain a friendship with them when we saw each other at the store every day. I’ve been even worse at keeping in contact with them after I got fired. Thankfully, they’re not the high-maintenance type who get offended when I only answer their texts three days later.

Catalina ushers us to sit down on the two stools near the bar before she walks over to Scott and seats herself on his lap.

“Good day, ladies and gentlemen,” Isabella says in her radio presenter voice. “And thank you for joining us onboard theSea Serenityon this gorgeous afternoon. Thomas and I have volunteered to be your hosts on this glorious occasion.”

“Pete, we’ll be sending you the bill,” Tommy adds.

Peter chuckles. “How am I getting charged for volunteer work?”

“It’s the price you pay for abandoning me,” Tommy fires back. “You were supposed to be my plus one for life. Now I’m forced to spend all my free time with cute brunettes who shop at Goths-R-Us.”

That gets Dylan’s attention. “I know you’re not referring to my sister.”

“Do you know any other cute brunettes?” Tommy continues as if he doesn’t see the subtle warning Dylan shoots his way. “But before I get killed, let’s get on with the show. Peter, as we all know, you were very disappointed the night of Dylan’s bachelor party because you didn’t get to see any tits.”

Peter’s enough of a gentleman to not correct him on that statement because the night ended with me naked in his arms. It was that night that got us into this position.

“I personally wanted to go with a dick-in-the-box type theme, but my decision was vetoed. So, instead, I have for you today, sir, not one, not two, but three tits.” Tommy unbuttons his floral Hawaiian shirt to reveal three large beige balloons filled with some type of liquid taped to his chest. At the tip of each one, he’s drawn on the most grotesque-looking red nipples.

Scott groans with disgust. “Tom, if boobs looked like that, nobody would have sex.”

“You don’t like my titties, Scotty?” Tommy shouts, doing his best impersonation of Fat Bastard and then he rubs them the same way Fat Bastard did in Austin Powers. “I’m dead sexy.”

“Tommy, behave yourself,” Isabella says with the sternness of someone who has reprimanded those types of comments a million times. “Tori and Shontelle are not accustomed to your filth.”

“Fine.” He turns his attention back to Peter and I. “Okay, so this is how the game works. These sexy breasts are going to reveal the gender of your baby. We’re going for two out of three.” He sticks out his chest, displaying the options to us like a magician would. “Pick a tit. Any tit...Choose the one on the left.”

And because Peter hates being told what to do, he chooses the one on the right.

Tommy makes a small hole in the balloon and pink liquid sprays out. “It’s a girl!”

“It’s not a girl,” Peter retorts adamantly.

“Line up, ladies.”

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