he doesn’t drop too much weight, he won’t need to go to the NICU, and we’ll be able to go home in a couple days.”
“Oh my God,” I said again, my chest warming and feeling too small for my heart. “Sawyer, I can’t believe it. I’m so excited for y’all.” My stare dragged to the side when Cayson suddenly rushed away and landed on where Beau was talking to my mother-in-law, who looked like she was going to burst from excitement.
“Emberly’s water broke,” Madison whispered from behind me.
My chest pitched with a huff as I looked up at her. “There might just be two tonight after all.”
She squeezed my shoulder, then said louder, “Sawyer, you’re pretty and all, but we wanna see that baby again.”
Sawyer carefully positioned the phone to show off the sleeping baby in his arm, smile all wonder and unconditional love as he looked down at him.
“Griffith is beautiful,” I said softly. “Tell Rae we’re so proud of her and happy for y’all.”
“I will,” he mumbled as he continued watching his son sleep.
“Oh, and if in . . . about half an hour or so, you hear someone cussing you six ways to Sunday between screams of pain, that would be Emberly pissed off that y’all didn’t let her know Rae was in labor.” I pointed off in the direction Cayson had gone. “Emberly’s water just broke.”
Excitement and shock covered his face as he looked up. “No shit?”
“Little ears,” I reminded him.
“He’s sleeping.” A smirk tugged at his mouth. “Tell Em to hurry her ass up. We’ve always said we were separated at birth. It’s only right if our kids are born on the same day.”
“I’ll be sure to tell a woman in labor that,” I said dryly and smiled at Beau as he came to sit beside me on the edge of the couch.
He gripped my free hand, his pinky absently tracing the angel wings on my wrist. “Happy for you, man,” he said to Sawyer, tone dipping as if he’d already said it before. “Try to sleep. We’ll see y’all soon.”
Sawyer nodded, his stare already fixated on the bundle in his arm again. “Later.”
I sighed and leaned against the back of the couch when Beau ended the call, unable to contain all the happiness filling me. “Can’t believe it.”
Beau grunted in agreement. “And now Cays . . .” A smile ghosted across his face as his stare flashed up to Hunter. “You ready for that?”
“So ready,” Hunter said, smile wide and excitement pouring from him as his fingers trailed over Madison’s small bump. “And Avalee’s fucking ecstatic.”
A soft laugh bubbled past Madison’s lips as she imitated her daughter, “Is my sister here yet?”
“Every day,” Hunter said in agreement.
“That doesn’t change, no matter how many kids you have,” I said, looking to Beau when he reached out to tenderly hold my stomach.
“Our day will be here soon.”
A contended hum sounded in my throat as I brushed my hand past his. “Hopefully not too soon.”
“Let me take care of you, and we’ll make it to where we’re supposed to.” His dark eyes searched mine, pleading.
My eyelids shut for a moment as I reluctantly nodded. “Okay.”
“No more trying to sneak into the kitchen?” he confirmed, all amused disbelief. “No more cleaning and fixing things around the house every time you go to the bathroom?”
“I mean, that’s a lot to promise.”
He dipped in closer to press his forehead to mine. “Savannah . . .”
“Okay, I promise.” My claim was nothing more than a breath as his mouth teased mine.
“Thank you,” he said on a sigh. With a soft kiss to my lips, he sat back, relief pouring from him. “I love you.”
“Every last breath.”
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From New York Times bestselling author, Molly McAdams, comes a new, captivating series that follows five girls sharing a house in the heart of Hollywood who all have secret lives of their own. From following passions, to loving freely, to working scandalous careers, the Secrets in L.A. series is filled with excitement, romance, and lies.
Cory—As always, thank you for being my constant support. Everything I do is possible because of you. I love you!
Molly and Amy—A massive thank you for the never-ending support and encouragement. Your friendships mean the world to me. I don’t know what I would do without the two of you.
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Samantha, Letitia, & Shannon—Thank you, thank you, thank you for making this book what it is! From the photo to the cover to the edits . . . you’re all such rock stars!
Dad & the Coles—Thank you for all the amazing insight into your lives to help make this series what I want it to be. The Coles, I’ve always loved your gorgeous Plantation House—getting married there was a dream! However, I’m totally obsessed with the transformation into the boutique inn. It’s amazing and the perfect inspiration for Blossom B&B. Dad, you’re pretty much the best ever. Thank you for enduring countless questions as I tried to uncover your produce business and farming expertise so I could make the Dixon’s orchard just right with little hints of your lifetime achievements. Love you!
Molly grew up in California but now lives in the oh-so-amazing state of Texas with her husband, daughter, and fur baby. When she's not diving into the world of her characters, some of her hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling, and long walks on the beach . . . which roughly translates to being a homebody and dishing out movie quotes with her hubby. She has a weakness for crude-humored movies and loves curling up in a fluffy blanket during a thunderstorm . . . or under one in a bathtub if there are tornados. That way she can pretend they aren't really happening.