“Both.”
“Well, my breasts are achy and swollen. I’m still dealing with nausea, but my doctor said that should go away soon. And I’m tired. But I did get to hear the baby’sheartbeat.”
“You did?And?”
I got a glass from the cupboard. “And…I’m definitely keepingJunior.”
There might be have been a muffled shriek of excitement from Kelsey’s end, but I couldn’t besure.
“You want some company?” she asked. “I could come over and we can watch a movie. Yourchoice?”
Did I wish to talk about what happened in the bookstore? Hell, no. Did I want to be alone to dwell on it? Double hell no—with an order offries.
“That would be great,” Isaid.
While I waited for Kelsey, I flipped through a pregnancy book. I was just reading about how I could expect my sex drive to rev up over the next few months (great news given that I was single) when the doorbell rang. I answered it and let Kelseyin.
“So what will it be?” she asked, holding up two containers of icecream.
There was a reason I loved Kelsey. It was like she could read mymind.
Except for the part about the fries. But that was okay—no one wasperfect.
After searching through Netflix, we settled on an animated movie that looked promising. First—it wouldn’t have swearing in it, so it was Junior friendly. Second—there was absolutely no romance. Biggerbonus.
We settled down to watch it. Not once did Kelsey push me to talk about the unexpected pregnancy. Nor did she try to pry the father’s name from me. She knew I would tell her when I was ready…ifI was everready.
You see, here lay the dilemma. Josh was Trent’s best friend. Kelsey was my best friend. Trent was the love of Kelsey’s life. Done the math yet? Kelsey would be the one caught in the middle when it came to her loyalties—and I didn’t want to put her in thatposition.
So, zipped lips itwas.
Halfway through the movie, I had to pee. Badly. “You’d think for something so small,” I said, referring to Junior, “I wouldn’t need to go that often.” We were both familiar with Erin’s frequent trips to theloo.
Kelsey laughed. “You might as well get used toit.”
While doing my business in the bathroom, I thought I heard the buzzer for the front entrance to the apartment building, but I wasn’t positive. Since I wasn’t expecting anyone, I refused to worry about it. Worrying wasn’t good for Junior. Emptying my bladder was infinitely moreimportant.
But once I stepped back into the living room, my resolve stumbled at the sight of the blond hockey player standing there.Josh.
“He said it’s important,” Kelsey said, looking betweenus.
Let’s take a moment to recap what Kelsey didn’t know. One—she didn’t know that Josh had already been in my apartment previously. Two—she didn’t know that Josh and I had had sex. And three—she and Trent didn’t know that Josh had come to Australia with me. He and I had figured it was better thatway.
No, this wasn’t awkward atall.
Then a sudden understanding swept onto herface.
And the awkwardness factortripled.
Fuck medead!
“I should probably go,” she said, “unless you want me to stay.” The last part was directed atme.
“No, it’sokay.”
I walked her to the door and she hugged me. “Do you need me to get Trent to whip his ass?” she asked. “You know he would do it in aheartbeat.”
Despite the nervousness wrapping around me like a Maypole dancer, I chuckled. “Arse whipping won’t benecessary.”
