time getting over the fact that you’re sitting across from me in Andrew Watson’s underwear. I told you that cock soldier was the enemy, and here you are wearing his uniform!” She snorts.
Billie giggles. “I second that, Rock!”
“Oh my God, shut up. Both of you.” I take a sip of my Coke. “You act like I actually want to be wearing his underwear right now. Like I even had a choice.”
Rocky tilts her head to the side. “But did you really need to wear his boxers beneath those sweats?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I think what Rock is trying to convey to you, sis, is that you willingly put on Andrew’s underwear, even though you definitely could’ve just gone commando beneath the sweats. It’s not like anyone would’ve noticed.”
“You two are insane.”
They both grin at me.
“And cut me some slack here, you bitches,” I continue. “I was a little out of sorts this morning when I woke up in a stranger’s bedroom without any freaking clothes on. Pretty sure anyone would’ve just put on whatever clothes were handed to them.”
Billie just keeps on grinning. “I think he’s growing on you.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t be absurd.”
“Whatever you say, sis,” she adds. “I mean, I guess you’d know best. You are the one in his underwear, not me.”
I flip her the middle finger and go back to eating my burger.
No way Andrew Watson is growing on me…right?
You can’t deny he was pretty sweet to you last night and this morning…
Ugh. Whatever. So, he was actually nice to me for once. That doesn’t mean I’m going to start erecting statues in his honor and declaring my undying love.
“If you don’t mind my asking, what kind of underwear does Andrew prefer? Boxers? Boxer briefs? Something else?” Billie asks with a devilish smile, and I roll my eyes.
“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”
“Nope,” she says, pressing her lips together and popping the p.
Rocky grins. “You have to admit, Birdie, the whole situation is nuts. Like, the one guy you pretty much hated and called an asshole is—”
“You also said he was an asshole.”
“Very true,” she agrees, but I know something else is coming when a sneaky smirk kisses her mouth. “But I’m not the one who woke up naked in his bed this morning. I’m just the one who told you to keep your distance from him.”
I hate that she’s right.
But she is right.
Fucking hell. I swear to God, the instant I get back to my rental, I’m hopping in the shower and putting on my own damn underwear.
“Can we talk about something else?” I ask. “Obviously, I’m enjoying being the butt of your jokes so much right now, but it’d be nice to, you know, catch up on other things besides whose underwear I’m wearing…”
“All right, fine.” Billie waves the white flag. “I guess we’ve given you enough of a hard time.”
“Ya think?”
Rocky offers an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Birdie. Forgive us for being such bitches.”
I shrug. “I can’t say I blame you, but I’m ready to move the conversation along, if you know what I’m saying.” I look toward my sister. “How did your OB-GYN appointment go Friday?”
She smiles and rubs a hand over her protruding belly. “Everything is looking good. Baby is healthy and happy in there, and less than two months to go until we get to meet him or her.”
“I think it’s a girl,” I say and Billie laughs.
“Last week, you said you thought it was a boy.”
I smirk. “Well, this week, I think it’s a girl.”
“Holy shit. Less than two months. That’s so soon,” Rocky muses after she takes a sip of her iced tea. “I can’t believe how quickly the time has already passed.”
“I know,” Billie agrees. “Although, I am getting to the point in this pregnancy where I feel like a whale and I’m just so ready to meet my baby, time is starting to drag the heck out.”
“God, I remember that feeling,” Rocky answers, understanding in her voice. “Are you planning on breastfeeding?”
“That’s the plan.” Billie nods. “So, if you have any tips or tricks, I’m all ears.”
“Girl, I could go on for days.”
Billie grins. “By all means, tell me all the things.”
While the two of them dive into the wild world of proper latch techniques and feeding schedules and how to avoid nipple confusion, a foggy memory of last night pops into my mind, and I grab my phone to get confirmation.