Page 102 of Say You Want Me
We head inside where, of course, there’s pie.
I may be losing my bakery with all the cupcakes, but here, there’s pie, and I can live with that.
“CAN YOU BELIEVE WE’RE SISTERS-IN-LAWagain?” Presley asks as we sit at the table and watch her wedding guests dance.
“I think it’s fate.” I smile.
“I love that man.” I sure hope she does. She freaking married him.
Wyatt, Trent, and Zach all stand over at the bar. They’re resting their elbows against the wood, just staring out at the scene. I swear, the three of them are unfairly hot. I know two of them are my brothers-in-law, but for real, no family should be that endowed with sexiness.
Then I hone in on Wyatt. He’s the most delicious of them all—at least I think so. Trent is the tallest, and the only one with sandy brown hair. But Wyatt’s body is definitely the biggest of them, as is his heart.
I sometimes still can’t believe I’m married and living in Tennessee. “We really hit the jackpot.”
“Yes, we sure did.”
“Does it feel good being married to him?” I ask.
She grins. “It does. It feels like that part of my life is over now. It’s a new start.”
“Well.” I grab her hand. “I’m glad we still share the same last name.”
Presley places her other hand on top of mine. “That’s right! We’re both Henningtons! That deserves a toast!” She calls over the waiter and grabs two flutes of champagne. I don’t have time to say a word before she starts. “To a lifelong friendship that has endured some of the hardest times but always comes out on top. To my sister, my best friend, and the only girl who I would share a room with in a nursing home.”
I raise my glass, and we clink them together. “I can’t sip this,” I tell her.
“Why?”
I look at her, hoping she’ll be able to deduce it.
Three.
Two.
“Oh!” Presley hops up. “Oh my God! You’re . . .”
“Shh!” I pull her back to the seat. “I haven’t even told him yet.”
“You’re pregnant?” She whispers but not very quietly.
I found out yesterday, but didn’t want to tell anyone yet. I was feeling a little sluggish, and it’s not as if Wyatt and I had been very careful since we were married and all.
“Yeah.” I smile. “I don’t want to tell him or anyone today. And I wouldn’t have told you if you weren’t trying to force me to drink.”
“I’m so happy for you, Ang.”
“I’m happy for you, my friend. You have everything you ever wanted.”
She pulls me close. “We both do.” Presley leans back and slaps my leg. “Now, go tell that husband of yours. I want to see his face! You can make it one of my wedding gifts.”
We both stand and walk over to where the boys are.
Wyatt watches me the entire time with a predatory look in his eyes. It’s the one that makes me all gooey and lets me know that I’m all he sees.
“Hey.” He grins and pulls me close to him.
“Hey yourself.”
