Page 12 of Coco and the Misfits

“Huh?” I blink at her. “Why, what’s up?”

“She’s knocked up,” June giggles, then stops when Bee’s blush grows darker. “No. Really?”

Bee nods.

“Oh my God! I’ll become an aunt?” I squeal.

“You’re not related to her,” Gigi reminds me.

“Oh, shush. My friends are family. Right, Bee?”

Bee laughs softly and places a hand on her belly. “In about six months. I haven’t told anyone outside of my pack yet.”

“Congrats, girl!” June leans sideways and wraps her up in a hug. “That’s wonderful!”

“Bee! That’s amazing news!” I get up to glomp her. What can I say, I’m a glomping fan. “Give us a hug. Wait until I see your pack. I’ll pinch their lean, sexy cheeks.”

Bee is laughing. “Which cheeks are we talking about?”

“The ones on their faces,” I say firmly. “I’d never touch any other part of your guys, woman. I may require a ladder to reach the alphas’ faces, though.”

“So true,” she snickers.

I pull back to give the other girls a chance to smother Bee. Babies make me wanna squeal and dance. I’ve looked after quite a few older people and they are also sweet, but babies... I sometimes wish I’d studied to become a kindergarten teacher, but I’m not sure I’d be a good one.

I just want... babies.

Oh no. Is baby fever kicking in already? Just more proof I’m an omega, since betas rarely get it.

The thought has me smiling again. I wait until everyone has congratulated Bee and daydream about my pack in a little cottage full of giggling toddlers.

“So, about tonight,” Ruby says, breaking the spell. “Are we still doing it?”

There is a hardness in her eyes today. I think she’s past the shock and well into the anger stage of mourning. She needs this night out more than I do.

“Of course we’re going out,” I say. “Except for Bee and her little bean.”

Bee giggles.

“Where?” Ruby asks.

“Alpha Bet, the hottest bar in town. I can get us discounts. I know the owner.” I waggle my brows. “Aren’t you impressed?”

“You know everyone,” Bee says.

“Go, Coco.” June wolf-whistles. “The owner? When did that happen?”

“Last time we got to talking and he offered. So dress sexy, ladies, and shave your legs. You never know who will get to see your unmentionables tonight.”

Gigi, who has been sipping at her coffee, splutters. “Unmentionables.”

“Wear all the black lace,” I instruct them, “and your sky-high heels, because tonight we conquer and slay.”

“Conquer and slay what?”

“The night, of course. It’s ours, as is our desire, and we’ll sate ourselves on dicks and balls. Or pussies, whatever rocks your boat.” I wink at the snickering girls around me. “The main thing is to have fun without guilt.”

And maybe find our potential mates but I won’t even say it out loud, not to jinx us. One never knows when fate might knock on your proverbial door, and tonight could be the night.

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