Baby Daddies - Tara Brown Page 0,52
last of his species? I can’t recall the breed, not that it’s important. I have him stuffed in the study as a reminder to always be grateful for every day. Inspiring.”
His imitation is flawless and we are both laughing at him.
“Why are we mocking my mother?” He lifts an eyebrow and leans on the doorframe, filling it up with his body.
“You never gave Nat the tour of the house. She didn’t know your hers bathroom was so impressive.”
“By the gods, Mrs. Coldwell, how can I ask for your forgiveness?” He maintains his silly impression, offering her his arm. “Let me start the all-access tour in a more appropriate area, my bedroom.” He waggles his eyebrows and leads her off.
She’s giggling at whatever nonsensical thing he’s saying as he leads her around the huge suite.
When he brings her back to the bathroom, he kisses her hand and bows, still speaking that way, “I do hope that makes up for the grievous error I made in my negligence.” He winks at me in the mirror and walks away, speaking normally, “See you both downstairs in five? The karaoke won’t sing itself.”
I wrinkle my nose.
“He’s so odd.” She laughs. “Anyway, as I was saying, I’m sorry. I forgot the stupid thing was in there. And you saved my life with my mom. You have no idea. So thank you for ruining your entire pregnancy reveal to Lori. I feel awful.”
“Don’t. It was fine,” I lie.
“It wasn’t. It was terrible. And then I got so done with this whole situation that in the limo, when our parents had all left, I did the same thing as you. I sprung it on Sami and Brady. They’re both mad at me.”
“They won’t be for long. Sami’s probably minutes away from realizing what a capital thing this is, you both having babies to put on Princess and the Pauper.” I laugh. “And Brady loves you.” I’m not sure yet if I like him, but he’s funny.
“I guess.” She shrugs. “I just wasn’t ready, ya know?”
“I do.”
“Of course, you do.”
“I didn’t want kids.” I lower my gaze with shame.
“Why didn’t you just—”
“It’s crazy.” A nervous laugh slips from my lips with the words, “A psychic at a bridal shower told me my first baby would be a reincarnation of my mom, who’s dead.”
“Oh God, what a heavy thing to say to someone you don’t know.”
“Normally, I wouldn’t believe something like that. I don’t know how I feel about God and the afterlife and all those things. I’ve never believed in psychics. But I didn’t tell her my mom had died. She knew. She said she was still there, watching and she was proud of me and my brother. And I didn’t tell her I had a brother.” I’ve never told a soul this and I don’t know why I’m telling Nat. Maybe because we’ve found ourselves in similar situations. “So when the doctor said I was pregnant, my first instinct was to go a different route, but—”
“But if there was a chance.”
“Exactly.”
“Well, I’m glad we met and that we’ll be pregnant together. We can do yoga and classes and all the things pregnant people do.”
“There’s classes?” I ask, making her giggle again.
She hugs me. “I think so.”
“I’m sorry I missed your wedding.”
“Honestly, I missed my wedding. It was all so much. But there’s videos and pictures, so we can sit with some cake and watch it later.”
“You mean since we’ll be sober and all those assholes are going to be drunk?”
“Except Liz. She’s further along, four months.”
“There you are!” Sami bursts into the bathroom, interrupting us. “Okay, so I’m kinda mad that Jenny knew before me. No offense, Jenny.”
“None taken.”
“But I get it.” Sami’s got an agitated vibe about her, which makes me wonder if she’s nervous apologizing to Nat. “Matt explained it to me. You wanted the wedding door to close before you opened the baby door. And you didn’t want me to freak out.”
“I had a plan on how I’d tell you,” Nat says as she wraps her arms around Sami and sighs. “But as usual, my mom had to go and mess things up.”
“She has a knack for that. And Jenny,” Sami’s eyes dart to mine, “I’m grateful you took the blame for the test, even if it messed things up for you. You have no idea how much you saved that entire wedding.”
“No problem.”
“How bad was Lori?” she asks the one question I don’t want to answer. Apparently, my expression says the words for