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“Okay.” Jett finally lets a smile grace his face before leaning in for a lingering kiss. His hands go up to my face then slide back into my hair.
I’m tempted to climb up him, knowing good and well he’d carry me back to our bed, but I’ve noticed this week that punctuality is huge for game days so I’ll enjoy what I can get for this moment.
He pulls me closer as his tongue glides in my mouth. That nearly does me in, and I’m about to say forget the game but then my phone starts to ring.
Jett pulls back resting his forehead on mine as I pull it out of my pocket. “It’s Win. I should probably make sure everything’s okay.”
“Okay, baby. I gotta head out anyway.” He steps back but cups my cheek still. “Wear my jersey tonight for me?”
“Of course.”
He leaves after a quick kiss to my forehead as I answer Winry’s FaceTime. “Hey, Win. What’s up?”
“You got a place where you can be alone for a minute?” Winry’s hopping out of her car and her tone doesn’t indicate that this is a happy call.
I hear our front door close but I peek down the entryway to double check. “I’m alone. What’s wrong? Where are you at?”
“I’m at Waverley’s. It’s agirls’ roommoment.”
“Oh no.”
Waverley started thegirls’ roomcode when her and Owen started trying to have a baby two years ago. The first time she took a test, she was so nervous she called begging me and Win to come over.
We sat with her and did everything we could to make her laugh in the two minutes it took for the results to comeback, and when Owen tried to come in she kicked him out telling him this was thegirls’ roomin her best Amanda Bynes impression.
I’ll let you fill in the rest of that story.
Each time got significantly harder, but Wav always did her best to keep it together for Annabelle’s sake. She would always follow up a negative test with, “at least I’m still a mom to Annabelle,” but we knew she was hurting.
Our last girls’ room happened last December, and Waverley swore she was done trying. After that one, it required all on deck for a sister pile, which meant it was me, Winry, Annabelle, Wav, and Owen all together on the floor while Graham handled Georgia and Stevie.
Winry opens up the front door. “Wav?”
I hear a faint “back here” from Wav as Winry walks in.
“Is anyone else there?” I ask.
“I don’t think so. I know Owen’s working, but I texted him right away to head this way and I’d come get him after I talked to her. I haven’t seen Belley yet.” Winry knocks on what I’m assuming is their bathroom door. “Waverley, can I come in?”
“I called you over here, didn’t I?” Waverley’s snarky voice is louder now, and I’m a little relieved she still has that bite in her personality.
Winry halfway rolls her eyes as she opens the door. “Hey, are you okay? I called Wyla.”
Winry turns the phone around. “Hey, Wav.”
“Hey, how’s Seattle?” Waverley bites at her thumb.
“Waverley, what’s going on?”
Wav continues to bite at her thumb. “I took a test… I can’t look at it.”
“It’s okay, we’ll wait with you,” I say.
“Oh, it’s ready. I took it ten minutes ago when I called Win. I can’t look at it, but Annabelle is gonna be home from volleyball practice in an hour. I can’t be a mess when she gets here.”
Winry sets the phone down on the back of the counter so I can still see them. I physically feel sick. I should be there. My sister needs me, and I’m not there.
“Okay, deep breath.” Winry places her hands on Wav’s shoulders. “I’ll look at it… do you want to stay in here?”
