“Nah, we’ve also been in—” Cyrus was cut off with a dull thump. I was ninety-percent sure his darling wife had just smacked his shoulder, but it couldn’t have been too hard since he only laughed. “Never mind.”
Even though they gave me a toothache from half a world away just by listening to them, I couldn’t hold back a smile of my own. “I’m assuming you two are having fun, then. When are you coming home?”
“Soon,” Luna said with a soft sigh. “I miss the shop, and Cyrus needs to get back to work, so unfortunately, we’ll have to start heading home soon.”
“Woe be you,” I joked, clutching my purse under my arm as I made my way up the narrow staircase to Katie’s apartment.”
“Did you tell her we’re having a baby?” Cyrus asked.
I slammed to a stop with a squeal. “You’re pregnant?”
“No.” Luna giggled. “But we’ve talked about it and we think we might want to—”
“I’m knocking her up any day now,” he announced before bursting into another fit of laughter. Luna’s sweet voice murmured something to him and he groaned.
“Guys, you do remember I’m still here, right?” Their antics nauseated me sometimes, but I couldn’t deny that listening to them made even my blackened heart warm up.
It was difficult to believe, listening to him now, that just a couple of years ago Cyrus had been as down on marriage and relationships as I was. Meeting Luna had changed his mind faster than I had been able to say “whipped,” and then he’d switched to Team Lovestruck.
My team, the realistic one who realized true love didn’t exist, had lost a good player that day. But those two were so unbelievably happy together that they made me happy, too. If there was anyone in this world who deserved for the fairytale to be true, it was Luna.
She cleared her throat. “We know you’re there. Don’t worry. Nothing gross or untoward is happening. I just wanted to call to check in on you guys. How’s my Adi angel doing?”
I smiled softly and started back up the stairs. “She’s good. She’s spending some time with the sperm donor today.”
“Really?” she asked, surprised. “How did that happen?”
“I’ll tell you all about it when you get back.” I reached my sister’s floor, seeing her waiting for me in her doorway. “I just got to Katie’s, so I have to go, but I’m pretty sure Cyrus wants to do something gross and untoward to you anyway. I’ll let you get back to honeymooning. Let me know when your flight is getting in?”
“I’ll do that. Send my love to Katie.”
She hung up after I promised her I would check in on her flower shop later today, and I smiled again as I shook my head and stashed my phone in my purse.
Katie frowned. “What are you so smiley about?”
“Nothing, Mom.” I winked at her and held out the second coffee. “Peace offering?”
She took the caffeine, but her frown deepened. “Why are you giving me a peace offering for smiling? Did you do something stupid?”
“No,” I said, walking around her and into the apartment. “I was just on the phone with Luna. Apparently, Cyrus is on a mission to impregnate her as soon as possible.”
Katie groaned as she shut her door and followed me to her living room. “Are those two still so crazy in love then?”
“You betcha.” I sank onto her pale gray sofa and tucked my feet in underneath me.
My sister walked past, tapping my toes with her hand before heading to her favorite armchair. “Get those feet off my couch.”
I did as she asked, but a shit-eating grin spread on my lips. “You do realize you’re only two years older than I am, right? You don’t have to mommy me.”
“Someone has to.” She sipped her coffee and arched a perfectly manicured eyebrow at me. “Are our favorite honeymooners finally back in the city yet?”
“No. Don’t get me wrong. I miss the hell out of Luna, but they can stay in Love-ville by themselves a bit longer before they come back. Just listening to them made me feel a little like I’d eaten too many sweets.”
“Amen to that.” She raised her coffee in acknowledgment before bringing it back to her lips. “I’m so happy for her, but I’m glad it’s not either of us.”
“You still think you’ll be single for the rest of your life?” I teased, snapping my fingers. “Darn. I guess that means I’m done with being a bridesmaid.”