INDIE: I can’t talk right now
JENSEN: You casually drop—I’M PREGNANT—and you can’t talk right now?
JENSEN: Jesus, Indie
INDIE: Who’s taking the Lord’s name now?
JENSEN: (facepalm emoji)
JENSEN: Are you dating anyone?
INDIE: No. Do you honestly think I’d be texting you 9-1-1 if I wasn’t absolutely freaking out right now?
JENSEN: So, a one-night stand then? Or a fuck buddy?
INDIE: Please don’t say fuck buddy
Nessa snickersbeside me and I shake my head as I type out another message.
JENSEN: Okay then who is the father?
INDIE: The groomsman from Pen’s wedding
JENSEN: Didn’t she bolt out of the church and into a getaway car before the vows?
INDIE: One and the same
INDIE: But we still had the party
JENSEN: And the afterparty
INDIE: I’m sensing judgment
JENSEN: Not even a little
INDIE: Really? If I was you, I’d be judging me. I mean how cliché is getting knocked up by a groomsman after a botched wedding?
JENSEN: As cliché as getting drunk in a bar and hooking up with the woman you’ve been talking to all night without knowing her name
INDIE: Fair point
JENSEN: Speaking of names, does the groomsman have a name?
INDIE: Beau Sterling
JENSEN: Of course it is
INDIE: Do NOT do a background check on him
JENSEN: I would never
INDIE: You absolutely would
“You totally would.”Nessa laughs, and I elbow her gently, making her laugh harder.
“I’ll need to fly to Montana in September to see her—maybe before that depending on how stubborn she is. And then when we’re settled after the championship we can all go.”
“I like that,” Nessa says sweetly, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
