Page 53 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“Yeah, okay.” Amy smiles. Our waiter stops by just then, and we order. Amy gets her fettuccini alfredo, and I get some pasta and sausage with red sauce. We also get a few appetizers to share. Not because Nash or Colt would mind us spending the money, but because it’s what we always do, and it’s the nostalgia of the act.
“So, tell me about this baby, Amy. Does Colt know?”
“Yeah,” Amy nods. “I told him a couple of nights ago after confirming it. He was so happy. He carried me right up to the bedroom and showed me just how happy he was.”
“Oh, Amy,” I laugh. I know exactly what she means.
“We’ve already been thinking of names and stuff. Colt had a whole laundry list that I was not expecting. I’ll send it to you later. I’ll take your input on everything because I fully trust you.”
“Really?”
“Duh! You’re my best friend, girl! I can’t wait to have you with me on this journey. Buying baby clothes, cribs, the little jars of food. The classes. I know they’re meant for the couples, but I’m sure you can drop in on a few of them. I’ll show you all of the scans and pictures, and you’ll be Auntie Nellie. Maybe my baby can hang out with your nieces. It’s going to be great!”
I knew Amy was happy about this whole thing, but I didn’t realize just how much she’d been wanting this.
“Well, I can’t wait to meet this baby, when he or she comes. And I’ll be the best aunt you could ask for.”
Our waiter comes back with our food, holding the plates in his hands.
“I’ve got the fettuccini alfredo,” Amy states. “Which means this pasta with red sauce is yours.” The waiter places our food down, giving us a big smile.
“Is there anything else you need or are the two of you good for now?”
“We’re good, thank you.” Our drinks were delivered earlier, so we’ve been sipping on that, and now, we’ve got our pasta. Amy and I take a few moments to enjoy our food, not talking. It’s been so long since I’ve had my signature meal from here. It tastes just as good as it always has.
“What about you? How are things going between you and Nash?” Amy asks.
“Great. This has been the most exciting and best two months of my life. I’m just so happy I met him.”
“Yeah, I totally get that,” my friend says with a smile. Amy and I continue to eat, talking about what we’ve been doing lately and how Colt and Nash are. We sit in Petrucci’s for maybe an hour, gabbing away.
I recognize that we’ve been out a while, and Nash will probably be home in a bit. I need some time to get things ready for him.
“I think I need to get going. I want to surprise Nash tonight, and I need time to get everything ready.”
Amy smiles knowingly at me.
“Of course, don’t let me keep you. I can pay, you just go.”
“Okay, thanks. I’ll call you later, and we can grab lunch.”
“Sounds good!” she says.
We say goodbye, and I go back out to the car.
“I’m ready to go home now,” I tell the driver. He starts the car and off we go to Nash’s home.
17
Nash
Ileft Nellie this morning sprawled out on our bed. The covers were laying across her belly, so I had an amazing view of her perfect breasts. I had to keep myself from trying to grab myself another handful.
She looked absolutely divine, but I had already lost an hour and a half which was entirely my fault for having zero restraint. Not that I regret a moment of the time we spent together. But Colt and I have an important investor meeting today, and I said I was going to be in on-time this morning. Thankfully, the meeting’s during the afternoon, so our morning extracurriculars didn’t get in the way of anything.
I get to work, and I’m greeted by an amused Colt.
“Hey, buddy. You’re a little late this morning.”
