I sit up quickly, see dark stars flashing around the corners of my vision, and instantly fall back. “No,” I grumble. “Your brother and his robo-sperm struck again.” I just did the test this morning after I woke up feeling like heck warmed over. My entire vocabulary changed with the birth of our little girls.
My best friend-slash-sister-in-law comes over and sits next to me. She pats my knee and laughs. “It seems the condition is contagious.”
“Really?” I sit up slowly this time. “The second trip to the woods?” When Gabbi and Atlas first met, they got lost in the woods for several days. During this time, they fell for each other, and she took a little present home with her. Her little surprise is now four going on sixteen.
“Yep,” she confirms. “Atlas is going to be so happy. Hopefully, he doesn’t go overboard this time.” She already knows he will. It’s in his genes. All the men in town seem to have been born with the caveman gene.
“At least he didn’t shut the entire town the day you gave birth.” Like my husband did.
Sienna came three weeks early, and we weren’t at all prepared. Jordan was at a stockholders’ meeting in Houston, and our little one wasn’t going to hold off for anything or anyone. Totally unrelated, the President was in Silver Spoon Falls for a fundraiser.
My caveman lost his freaking mind and forgot all about this when he chartered a helicopter and paid the pilot thousands extra to land on the hospital roof, without prior permission, which caused all hell to break loose. The local cops, state police, SWAT team, and secret service all descended on the hospital before they discovered it was a wealthy, clueless caveman and not a threat to security.
Gabbi snorts. “You have to admit that was pretty epic. Not every child can say the President sent them a gift basket for their birth.” That’s true. Once the authorities discovered the reason Jordan acted like a madman, they were fairly understanding. Of course, the large donation we made to the President didn’t hurt either.
“Then he refused to leave my side the last three months of my pregnancy with Mae.” And of course, our second daughter decided she liked the accommodations and refused to come. The doctors finally took mercy on me and induced my labor six days after her due date.
“Don’t lie to me,” Gabbi grumbles. “You didn’t mind at all.” She’s not wrong. I loved spending every day with my husband and daughter. In fact, it was during the last few weeks of my pregnancy when I decided to quit working for the team and stay home with the kids and Jordan. My husband also cut back on his hours, which leads to a lot of togetherness.
“I don’t mind at all,” I admit. “But it would be nice for us to have one more girls’ night out before we let the cavemen in on our little secret.”
Gabbi instantly agrees. “I’ll call Raven to see if she’s free tonight. You call The Broadway Steakhouse and check if our regular table is available.”
“It sounds like a plan.” We both know Raven will jump at the chance to have a girls’ night and catch up, and The Broadway Steakhouse always makes sure we can get our table on short notice.
Another given is the three insanely possessive cavemen who will be sitting at their regular table across the restaurant, making sure no one bothers us.
