Page 191 of Treason's Temptation
She waited until we were in the car, pulling off, before she asked, “How do you think she’ll react?”
“A lot of hooting and fuckin’ hollering,” I laughed, imagining Evelyn’s excitement. “And touching. I’ll do my best, but prepare yourself now.”
“Why is she so pressed for you to have a grandbaby?”
“I’m the only one who doesn’t stress her out. I don’t need to be bailed out or move back into her house. At most, I’d need a babysitter, and that’s a treat for her.”
“Wow, they must be giving her hell if you’re the favorite.”
“Watch your mouth,” I gritted, clenching her thigh, “What are you thinking? Boy or girl?”
Navie giggled. “I don’t know. I’m just here for the ride.”
She claimed it didn’t matter, but I think Blue was team girl.
“Rayven and I have a bet going. She thinks it’s a girl.”
“Using my baby to gamble,” Navie dramatically shook her head while sucking her teeth. “Y’all really need to grow up.”
“You need to get more excited.”
“Are you excited?”
“What kind of question is that?”
Blue shrugged, picking at her fresh set from Rylo.
“You’re busy these days. Just making sure nothing changed.”
“You’re stuck, Blue. That’s never changing.”
“Lucky me,” she rolled her eyes, trying to disguise her smile.
My hand used her thigh as a resting spot until we parked at Gram’s. Sloane ascended from a black vehicle dressed the opposite of Navie.
“Whose car is that?” Navie asked.
“Mine,” Sloane quipped, cutting her eyes at me before shifting the focus to Navie, “How are you feeling today?”
“Pregnant, so please behave tonight.”
“I’ll play nice.”
After Sloane’s verbal consent, the three of us walked to the door. I also had a key to Gram’s, letting us inside. Two-thirds of my favorite people were in the kitchen chatting and laughing so hard it made them easy to locate.
“Wassup, Gram?”
“Hey, baby,” she kissed my cheek before turning to hug Navie. She made sure not to hug too tightly and give away the surprise we planned.
“This is Navie’s mom, Sloane. This is my grandma, Evelyn.” I didn’t bother sharing her nickname because that was only forfriends and family. It was clear that Inez shared her reservations with Evie from her clipped tone and barely acknowledging Sloane’s presence.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Thanks for having us. What are you cooking?” Sloane asked.
“Turkey wings,” Evie replied, barely even looking up. “What’s in the bag?”
“We brought dessert since you cooked. The least I could do,” Blue volunteered.
