Page 103 of From Best Friend to Bride
I put my stolen pillowcase on my pillow and lay down on my bed. Relief washed over me as if it were physically pulling the tension from my body, and I briefly closed my eyes.
Yes.
This was better.
With a sigh, I rolled onto my side and opened my eyes and felt for my phone. I grabbed it and opened my text chain with my sister.
ME: Lucy, I have an issue.
Her response was almost immediate, as all good big sister’s responses should be.
LUCY: What’s wrong? Who do I need to make Harvey punch?
ME: Why are you offering your husband as my henchman?
LUCY: I’m six and a half months pregnant, Delilah. I can’t just go around beating people up.
That was a very fair point.
ME: Point made.
ME: And me. Make him punch me.
LUCY: Shit what did you do
LUCY: Delilah Elizabeth tell me right now
LUCY: Or I’m gonna tell Mum
Jesus bloody Christ, could she give me a minute to type? I thought you got slower as you got further into pregnancy. Why were her fingers seemingly moving at the speed of light?
Also, threatening to tattle on me to our mother was the lowest of the low.
ME: I stole Fred’s pillowcase.
LUCY: *confused face emoji*
LUCY: Any particular reason? Are you nesting like in those omega books?
ME: This isn’t an omegaverse, Luce.
LUCY: Sorry. I have to get my horny kicks somewhere, you know? And the smut scenes in those omegaverse books are more like ohmygodverse.
ME: I think we’re too close.
LUCY: Why did you steal Fred’s pillowcase?
ME: He’s attracted to me, and I got turned on by him this morning.
LUCY: You’re right. We really are too close.
Yeah. There were some things not even sisters needed to share, I guess.
LUCY: Did you sort out the boner issue?
ME: I’m sleeping in my room.
LUCY: Why? Are you uncomfortable? I guess your lifelong best friend getting a boner over you might make things a bit weird.
