Page 192 of Treason's Temptation
“Aren’t you so sweet. What is it?”
“Cupcakes,” I replied.
“Cupcakes,” Evelyn sighed, disgusted. “I know I look young, but I’m not ten. Why the hell would you get cupcakes for dessert? When is the last time you’ve seen me eat a cupcake?”
“They’re really good. I promise,” Blue jumped to my rescue.
Danielle arrived shortly after, accompanied by one cameraman who was setting up while she gave us a rundown of the shots. Evie was still in the kitchen, so she didn’t know she had been set up yet, but dinner almost ruined it. The smell of cabbage nearly made Navie throw up on the table, but she controlled it long enough to make it to the bathroom.
“It’s time for dessert!” Navie announced, rounding the corner.
“Yay, cupcakes,” Evie groaned.
“You really need to let your beef with cupcakes go,” I added.
“I’m just saying cupcakes are for children, and I haven’t been a child for a long time.”
Sloane’s chest poked out, ready to defend Navie, trying to make up for lost time.
“Then stop acting like one and have a cupcake,” Mom fussed.
“It’ll be worth it, I promise. Trust me,” Navie urged.
There was a new favorite, and apparently, she trusted her judgment more than mine, willing to open the box. It was Blue’sidea to put the ultrasound on the cupcakes. Evie flipped the top, then put on her glasses so she could accurately talk shit until she realized.
“You’re pregnant?”
Blue nervously nodded, trying to decipher if Evie was as excited as we thought. Then the hooting and hollering began.
“Thank you, Jesus!” She yelled, clapping her hands before throwing them in the air. “I knew when I met you! You’d be the one to change his mind, and you didn’t let me down! Get over here!” Evie pulled Navie in for a real hug, their bodies pressed together.
“The other way around, it was all him,” Blue said, throwing me under the bus.
“You had me stressed thinking I wouldn’t get my great-grand for nothing!” Evie wacked me on the back.
“Mama! Cut it out before we end dinner early,” Mom warned.
She leaned back in her chair, elbow perched on the arm, mocking Mom, “A girl can’t even be excited in her own damn home.”
“You can be excited without being dramatic.”
“How far are you? Am I allowed to ask?” Evie rebutted, voice dripping in sarcasm that irritated Mom.
“Sixteen weeks. We should find out the sex at my next appointment,” Blue replied.
“It’s a boy. I can feel it in my bones.”
“Another Treason? I thought you were my girl. Why would you wish that on me?”
“You laid down with him. Or did you do what I told you?” Evie countered, bouncing her eyebrows.
“I like her,” Sloane added, laughing with the rest of the room.
“Aye, what’s wrong with you?” I scolded.
“Baby ain’t even here yet and you’re already being strict,” Gram groaned.
“Blue doesn’t want anybody to know yet, so don’t call Pastor Wilson to announce at church,” I warned.
