all lovey-dovey and couple-y, and you worship his cock with your vajayjay as if it were made of gold and unlimited orgasms.”
My eyes widen, and my jaw drops to my chest as we both burst into laughter. “My God, I can’t believe you just said that! ” I holler through my giggles.
Gwen shrugs. “You’re rubbing off on me.”
Sophia starts to giggle in the back seat, making us both laugh even more. “Come on, let’s get these photos taken before the natives get restless.”
“You’re still going to have them taken?” Gwen asks as we climb out of the car.
I release Milo’s seat and gaze down at his angelic sleeping figure. “Yeah, I am. I want Colton to have them. He’s already missing so many of the little things. Plus, it’ll be good for Chase to keep too.”
Gwen just nods, taking her daughter’s carrier from the base, and heads into the studio. I put on my brave, tough-girl face, vowing to make this moment unforgettable to the men in my life. No, we won’t be able to keep Milo, but we’ll still have these memories to cherish for a lifetime.
“Oh my goodness, they turned out so good,” Gwen says at our booth. “I can’t wait to get the proofs back.”
I glance down at my phone to the small baby boy who has stolen my heart, curled up on the All Fit T-shirt. The photographer let me snap a photo of her camera display of this photo to show Chase, and the link to all the photos will be available sometime early next week.
“You did the right thing,” she says from across the table.
Glancing up, I give her a small, sad smile. “I hope so.”
“He’s going to love it and will appreciate it more after,” she says softly, referring to the photo on my phone.
When the photographer started bringing out the props, we went with the traditional ones. The sleeping baby snuggled on a billowy cloud, him wrapped tightly in a blanket in a basket, and even one of him sleeping on his belly, his knees tucked under him and his cute little bare butt up in the air. Of course, we had to move quickly on that one so we didn’t have a Peegate incident all over her photo display.
Gwen had brought one of Harrison’s All Fit tees. The photo they took was of Sophia sitting on a wooden crate, her cute little baby rolls on full display. She’s holding the shirt, the name of the gym proudly visible, while eating the sleeve. It was the cutest stinking thing ever, and wasn’t completely staged that way. So when it came time for Milo’s photos, I asked to use the shirt too. For Chase’s version, the photographer laid it out and positioned the baby boy right below the logo. Milo was awake by then, his blue eyes gazing up at me, so bright and trusting. That’s when she snapped the photo.
“I hope so,” I finally reply, looking down one last time at the moment captured on my phone.
“And the other one, you did the right thing there too.”
My eyes burn, and this time, I’m unable to stop them. Silent tears fall as I think about the other photos we took. The ones with Milo sleeping on the U.S. Army jacket. It was another impromptu take, but the moment I saw the old jacket hanging with the other props, I knew it was needed. The photographer explained it was her husband’s jacket, and she’ll occasionally use it as a prop for military families who may not bring in their own memorabilia.
I don’t reply with words, but choose to nod instead. I’m not sure I could get words past the massive lump in my throat. Fortunately, I’m saved from the painful emotions bubbling to the surface when our server arrives, relaying today’s lunch specials. Gwen and I each order a sandwich and water, with a shared order of fried green beans.
When she walks away, I wipe my face and change the subject. “Harrison’s going to work you out extra hard tonight because of those fried beans.”
My sister looks down at the table and smiles. “I think he’ll go easy on me.”
There’s no missing the way her cheeks blush and a beautiful smile crosses her lips. In fact, if I had to wager a bet, I’d say she was glowing….
“No!” I holler, drawing the attention from those around me.
“Shhhh!” Gwen hisses back at me.
“You’re pregnant?” I whisper, practically bouncing in my seat.
“Shhhh! No one knows yet.