“Could you repeat that?”
“You heard me, Darry.”
“Right. Preppy, you better fucking repeat that now.”
“Bishop and the baby,” she says with more bravado.
“Are you seriously telling me you’re pregnant?”
She nods.
“Holy shit—babe, this is huge.” I pull my phone out from my pocket and push the first contact. “Rough, can I walk Bish over?”
“Sure. G’s got Grady in the baby pool. Everything okay?”
Grady is Rough and Gia’s son. He’s only three months old, but seeing as we bought the house right next door, I know he and Bish are going to grow up as tight as thieves.
“Everything’s amazing, brother. Danni just got the email, she got into graduate school, and she dropped the ‘I’m pregnant’ bomb, so now I have to fuck my wife.”
“Shit—good day in the Green house.”
“One of the best.”
I let Rough go and grab Bish’s bag along with his swimmer and trunks, then walk him next door. Rough meets me at the door. “Go get her, brother,” he says as he pats my back, then he turns around with my son in his arms. “Hey, Bish, want to play with Grady?”
“Gaydy,” Bishop says. That’s the last thing I hear as he closes the door.
After an afternoon of pressing all the right buttons to make my woman threepeat, we lie in bed together where I get to hold her close. She has her head pressed to my chest. We’re almost hidden in the mess of rumpled sheets and comforter. She chose white for our room when we moved into the house because she said then we’d be less likely to allow Bish to take over. This is our space. It’s a rule we’ve stuck to for the most part. I kiss the top of her head.
“So you’re really okay with the whole baby news?” she asks.
“Woman, did I not just fuck you six ways from Sunday? Of course, I’m okay. I’m fucking over the moon. You didn’t say you wanted to go for number two so soon, but…”
“Remember when I had that bad stomach bug and couldn’t keep anything down?”
“Yeah, that shit was bad.”
“Well, as it turns out, the anti-nausea med they gave me made my birth control much less effective. So…”
“Fuck, I love you, Preppy.”
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