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War: Yeah, you can’t get married without a bachelor party, Brookie ;)

Brooks: You did.

Gavin: I heard Sara and the girls got a male stripper

Brooks: No strippers.

Beckett: Obviously.

Gavin: I don’t know. Could be fun.

Hall: Millie, did you steal Gavin’s phone?

Beckett: That makes so much more sense.

Gavin: You ruin all my fun, Danny Boy.

Beckett: I feel like Aiden should be planning this.

War: He’s still moping in the corner and singing to himself.

War:

Beckett: I’ll have a limo pick you all up at Ground Zero.

Hall: Nice!

War: That sounds better than what I planned…

Beckett: That’s because you boys have no business doing a man’s job.

Beckett: And no, I’m not insulting Ethan. This is about all of you.

Gavin: Love you, Beckett! Take care of my man tonight.

Hall: Millie, please stop. It keeps getting weirder.

Daniel: I hate that I can’t see you tonight.

Hannah: I’m so tired. I’m not sure how I’ll hang at Sara’s bachelorette party. Thank god Ava is pregnant too.

Hannah: Also, I miss you too.

THIRTY

HANNAH

“You look good, mama.”Noah lets out a long whistle.

I assess the black dress that took more effort to get into than I would have liked. The silk used to drape over my curves in a flattering way. Now it hugs them. Also my boobs. My boobs look spectacular. “I look pregnant.”

Oliver looks up from the blocks he’s got set up on the coffee table, his tongue pushing at the inside of his cheek. “Yeah, there’s definitely a baby in there.”

“Oliver!” Noah and Liam say in unison.

My stepdad is here to hang out with Oliver while Noah and I go to the wedding. He came early so we could visit, something we haven’t done in far too long. He did tell me my mother has been texting here and there, apparently inquiring about how I’m doing. He suggested meeting for dinner this week so he can assure her he’s been checking in. It’s humorous, the thought of her texting him rather than me, but more than anything, it’s pathetic. But Liam genuinely cares about me, and I enjoy spending time with him, so I was more than happy to agree.

“It’s fine.” I wander over to him and run my fingers through his silky hair. “Iampregnant. Always best to be honest, Ollie.”

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