The older woman rushed into my office and closed the door. “Before I say anything, yes, I do have permission from my niece to share.”
“Is this about what happened yesterday?” I asked.
Ginger paused. “What happened yesterday?”
Guadalupe clicked her tongue. “Yesterday couldn’t have been any more of a blessing. Camila would have had to quit anyway.”
Ginger sighed. “I’m so lost.”
I stood to my feet. “Gavin’s ex-wife fired Camila yesterday, but Guadalupe’s apparently got news that would’ve forced her to quit the nannying job in the first place. Caught up now?”
Ginger glared at me. “Yeah, got it. Thanks.”
Guadalupe clapped her hands. “Camila’s pregnant! I’m going to be a tia abuela!”
The sheer shriek that came out of my mouth startled even myself. I loved babies, I loved people having babies, and I loved everything that came with having babies. I lunged myself at Guadalupe and wrapped her up into a great big hug before we started bouncing around and rejoicing. Tears of happiness poured from her eyes onto my shoulder, and I reached out for Ginger, tugging her into a group hug.
“I can’t believe it. It’s finally happening,” Guadalupe whispered.
I kissed the side of her head. “I’m so happy for you.”
Ginger rubbed her back. “How far along is she? Do you know?”
Guadalupe released us. “The doctors said that she’s right at the beginning, a little less than six weeks along. Just pray for us. Keep us in your thoughts. Camila and her husband have been trying to get pregnant for well over three years now. Let’s hope this is their time.”
I cupped her hands in mine. “It’s definitely their time; you know it is.”
But then, Guadalupe paused. “Did you say Camila got fired?”
It took me a while to piece together what she was asking. “Oh! Yes. I know that Gavin’s ex-wife fired Camila yesterday. It’s why I had to go in all day yesterday and watch Asia.”
Guadalupe shook her head. “No, no, no, no. My Camila never gets fired. She called to quit because her morning sickness is catching up with her quickly.”
I furrowed my brow. “But, Gavin said—”
Ginger snickered. “Oh, this is gonna be juicy.”
I pointed at her. “Everything we say about—or around—Gavin stays here. The last thing we all need is for his private life to be talked about and for the wrong set of ears to hear it. Got it?”
Ginger smirked. “Protective much?”
Guadalupe giggled. “Seems like she likes him.”
I rolled my eyes. “Promise me. Right now. Both of you.”
Ginger shrugged. “I’m not that bad with shit like that.”
Guadalupe held up her hands in mock surrender. “As God as my witness.”
I nodded. “Good. So, why would Camila call his ex-wife to quit if Gavin were the one who hired her? That doesn’t make any sense.”
Guadalupe sighed. “All she told me was that she couldn’t get Gavin to pick up, so she called his ex-wife. Maybe she thought the woman could get in touch with Gavin or something.”
Why would she lie about something like that, though? What’s the point?
“Anyway,” Ginger said as she put her hands on her hips, “this calls for a celebration, especially since the spa is being serviced tomorrow. How do you guys feel about cake?”
I clapped my hands. “And celebratory discounts for members! Let’s get them in on this. Flash sale, all day today. All services, products, and add-ons are thirty percent off.”
