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The three of them squealed, and I reached across the coffee table and started slapping their legs. “Hush, or he’ll hear you!”
“Have you returned the favor?” Harper asked.
Pressing my lips tightly together, I nodded.
Another round of quieter squeals this time.
“I have to know—is he big? Because I’ve seen him in sweats before, and my imagination…well…let’s just say I didn’t have to imagine much.”
“Aurora!” I hissed.
“Is he?” Cadie asked, grinning.
Glancing toward the kitchen again, I looked back at them when I saw the coast was clear.
I tried to keep from giggling as I held my two index fingers several inches apart in an approximation of his length, and the three of them started laughing and high-fiving each other. Once they stopped, I added, “And thick.”
“What’s thick?” Gavin asked, walking into the living room.
Now all four of us laughed, as Gavin just stood there with one brow up, looking at us like we’d lost our minds.
“The fog this morning. It was thick,” Cadie finally said, as Harper, Aurora, and I tried our best to keep from laughing again.
Gavin agreed, “Yeah, it wasreallythick.”
And the battle to hold in our laughter was lost.
Brystol
Evelyn bounced her knee as she sat next to me in the obstetrician’s waiting room. Denny took her hand and kissed the back of it. “Stop worrying.”
“I just hope everything’s okay,” she whispered.
I sat quietly, not wanting to interrupt their time together. After all, had this been a normal pregnancy, she would have the same nerves that she did now.
“Everything is going to be fine, right, Brystol?”
My head jerked to the side when he said my name. I smiled. “Of course it is.”
The only thingIwas worried about was where Denny was going to be during this exam. I mean, carrying his child is one thing, but having him in the room when they stuck something inside me to do the ultrasound was something else.
I glanced down and realizedmyknee was bouncing now. I quickly stood. “I’m going to run to the restroom.”
“Wait!” Evelyn grabbed my arm to stop me. “What if you have to give a urine sample?”
I nodded. “Goodthinking.”
Making my way to the receptionist’s desk, I asked her, which turned out to be a good thing. I was, in fact, instructed to collect a urine sample while I was in the restroom.
Once I was in the bathroom, I eyed the little cup.
“I hate peeing in cups,” I mumbled, unscrewing the cap and setting it on a paper towel on the small side table.
My hands were shaking. Maybe I was just as nervous as Evelyn.
I sat down, positioned the cup—and proceeded to piss all over my hand.
“Fuck!” I hissed, trying to move the cup to catch as much as I possibly could, but only managing to get more pee all over my hand.
