me, making me have to lean back as he dips his hand into the donut case and grabs a peach-flavored donut for himself.
“You’re going to have to pay for that,” I say, and I’m completely serious.
Stacy chimes in from somewhere behind us. “You guys scare me.”
Ryan’s heart-melting, sideways smile just grows. “At the same time?” he suggests, lifting my hand holding the ominous donut I tried to get him to eat up toward my face.
I look down at it, my stomach recoiling at the sight, and nod. He raises his donut to his mouth, and I raise mine.
“I’ll count down,” says Stacy, clearly invested in the situation more than she was leading on. “3…2….1.”
Ryan and I both take a bite, and I can barely suppress my smile when his face immediately crumples. He curses and runs to get a napkin to spit out his donut. With my mouth full of delicious, untainted chocolate goodness, I laugh like a con-woman who just got away with the world's most dangerous heist.
Ryan is scrubbing his tongue. “What was that?!”
Stacy and I are both doubled over laughing, and she says, “I can’t believe it worked exactly like you said it would!”
“You owe me ten dollars!” I brag.
She reaches in her back pocket and hands over a ten-dollar bill while I’m still trying to swallow my donut.
“Alright,” Ryan says once he sulks back over to me. “Give me your villain monologue now.”
I don’t waste any time. With a finger poking him in his chest, I begin. “Of course you wouldn’t trust a random donut delivered to your door! And OF COURSE you would make me eat it! What do you think I am, Ryan? An amateur?” He’s rolling his eyes at how over the top I am. “HA! I’m brilliant, that's what I am. I knew you couldn’t resist one of my freshly glazed peach donuts, so I glazed this whole batch with a special concoction of Elmer's glue, water, and—”
“Orajel,” he states.
I smile deviously. “Is your tongue numb?”
“Oh yeah. Well done, June. You won this round.”
I’m so caught up in my glorious victory that I absentmindedly take another bite of my donut. It only makes it halfway down my throat when I remember how it was making my stomach recoil a minute ago. My eyes go wide, and my mouth freezes.
Ryan and Stacy both look alarmed, and they should, because I’m about to hurl on their feet. I get ready to make a break for the bathroom, but Ryan grabs a giant disposable pastry box and puts it under my chin.
Once I’m finished with it, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to look at a pastry box the same way again.
“I thought you said you didn’t do anything to that donut,” Ryan says while rubbing my back after I finish throwing up.
“I didn’t.”
“Then what happened?”
“Well…” I guess now is as good a time as any. “I was going to do something super cheesy and make you open a present on Christmas morning with a trophy like Stacy’s. Except yours says World’s Best Dad. But I guess this is actually more our style, telling you over a prank war.”
His eyes are wide, and I can see every gorgeous flake of gold and black, and all I can think is how excited I am to pose with him in this year’s Christmas photo instead of Douglas Fir.
“June,” Ryan says in a firm tone while cupping my face in both of his hands. “Are you trying to tell me that…that…”
I tilt my chin up to Ryan and smile. “I’m pregnant!”
THE END
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to so many people! First, thank you, readers, for making writing so rewarding! I adore every single nice review, email, Instagram message, and blog shout out you guys send me! The encouragement never goes unappreciated.
Thank you, family, for your unending support.
Chris, my husband, just for being you. I’m a little obsessed with you and everyone knows it. Also, thank you for coming up with the Nick Lachey bit. That was all you!
Carina and Ashley, you’re the best. Love you guys! And Ashley, thank you for threatening to fight me over cutting any of Ryan’s good scenes :)
Gigi Blume, thank you for taking the time to critique this book. Some truly terrible jokes and cringe worthy scenes would have made it through without you! You’re amazing.
Jen Lockwood, my editor, you did it again! Without you, a horrendous and completely plot changing typo would have made it through for everyone to gasp at! I think you’re the bee’s knees.
My bookstagram community, thank you for your love, for helping promote my books, and most importantly, your friendships!!
THANK YOU!! Hugs to anyone who made it this far :) I’m off to write the next book now.
XO, Sarah
About the Author
Born and raised in Nashville TN, Sarah Adams loves her family, warm days, and making people smile.
Sarah has dreamed of being a writer since she was a girl, but finally wrote her first novel when her daughters were napping and she no longer had any excuses to put it off.
Sarah is a coffee addict, mom of two daughters, married to her best friend, and an indecisive introvert. Her hope is to always write stories that make you laugh, maybe even cry; but always leave you happier than when you started reading.