Baby Daddies - Tara Brown Page 0,31
I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. I blink and the next thing I know I’m being woken up by him.
“Time to go.” He kisses my cheek and scratches me with the scruff on his face.
I nod into him but a wave of nausea hits.
It takes a minute to get up and for the strange feeling to go away.
He carries my bag and his and walks from the room, calling back, “Come on!”
It takes all my effort to follow, and the whole way to the elevator, I feel like I’m wading through water. My legs are heavy and I can’t stop yawning.
“You can nap on the plane.” He kisses my forehead and I lean in, noticing the sensation of the elevator moving.
It can’t be morning sickness, since it’s afternoon, but this is definitely not normal.
What timing.
Of course this is my luck.
12
The little inn
Lori
Watching Jenny board my jet to fly to Martha’s Vineyard has my stomach whirling, and as much as I want to relax and enjoy her being here, something’s off. She’s still not telling me what is going on. And maybe it’s just the job thing, but it feels like more.
At least we aren’t alone. She seems to perk up when everyone else is here. Particularly, Bev who is sitting next to her.
Sukii and Cap get a seat together and she stares out the window excitedly.
Jenny’s eyes flicker to mine when she doesn’t think I’m looking, making the rock in the bottom of my guts heavier.
“Are we meeting everyone in Martha’s?” Sukii asks.
“On Martha’s.” I grin. “Yeah.”
“Is it the same people at this wedding as the last one?” Sukii continues.
“No.” I glance at Cap who grimaces at the question, aware of who’s coming to this one. “Believe it or not, Nat has a crowd of fairly awful people coming. Like Rich’s parents. I just hope his douchebag brother doesn’t try to tag along.”
“Why would Rich’s parents be coming to Nat’s wedding?” Sukii asks. “I thought she grew up poor.”
“Nat’s known the Greenwich crew her entire life. Which might get interesting because half the wedding is Brady’s Providence crowd, low to middle income.”
“Like us?” Bev points at herself.
“Yes. They’re chill and funny. His mom is the sweetest lady.” Cap laughs. “She calls him BJ. It’s pretty magical to witness. His brother is a huge pain in the ass, but we all adore Andy.”
“And then the Greenwich crowd is the snootiest group of people you’ll ever meet. They make the Manhattan troop seem pleasant and down-to-earth,” I offer.
“Oh.” Sukii wrinkles her nose. “Nat’s so cool though.”
“Her mom’s not. At all. Rich’s family is downright awful. Like I said, his brother is a sleazebag. He and Nat used to date. He treated her like garbage. I got to watch Brady give him a beating in the yard over it.” I smile fondly. “That was a good day.”
Jenny laughs seeing my face. “That is the most contented I’ve ever seen you.”
“That’s a lie.” I chuckle. “But it was awesome. He was shit-talking Nat, calling her a whore. Brady lost it. A truly great moment.”
“So do Carson and Rich’s parents know they’re together? If they’re so awful are they cool with them being gay?” Sukii just keeps them coming.
“Yeah, of course they know. It’s not something Rich is capable of hiding but Carson’s not so showy.”
“I did notice that at Sami’s wedding. They’re not as touchy in front of the older people.”
“That’s Carson.” I smile at Jenny. “But I think Rich might be the love of his life, so he’ll eventually get over it.”
“Maybe Sami can plan their wedding next.” Sukii winks.
“Don’t mention it to her. God, I need a break.” I’m exhausted and we still have these last few days to get through before we get some weeks off.
“And where is the wedding?” Jenny asks.
“The ceremony is at Winnetu Oceanside Resort on South Beach at sunset. Followed by dinner at the resort. The rehearsal dinner is at my place.” I haven’t told her where we’re going. She’s so money-phobic that I didn’t want to say anything until I had to.
“Your place?” And there it is. The look of worry. “Like where we’re staying?”
“Yeah, it’s a house I got a while back.”
Cap scoffs and tries to pretend he’s coughing.
“A while back? You’re twenty-two,” Sukii says with a laugh that dies off when she sees I’ve had enough of their obsession with my age. She clears her throat. “Sorry, I forget you’re the richest person I know.”
“I’m not.” I try to keep