time in our room.” And I can’t help the giggle that escapes.
Preston shakes his head. “You guys can have sex anywhere. Why waste a trip to Hawaii?”
“Exactly. We can do it anywhere and we’re going to do it everywhere,” Calvin laughs out.
Preston shakes his head. “You two better be careful or you’ll end up pregnant.”
Calvin and I look at each other, then at Preston. Preston looks at me, then at his brother, and back. I see Preston’s eyes travel from mine, to my breasts, and then to my stomach.
“Aw, man. You already are, aren’t you?” he asks, running his hand through his thick, dark hair.
“What? No! I’m not pregnant,” I lie.
He rolls his eyes. “It’s written all over your faces. Calvin looks happy for no reason,” he points out.
“I have a reason to be happy. We’re getting married,” he argues.
“Yeah, but that’s a kind of happy that only lasts the day or when it’s brought up. Not constantly. And you, Piper—you’re glowing. Your face is lit up and your eyes are sparkling. And it looks like your boobs are already a little firmer. You’re pregnant, aren’t you? I noticed your boobs before you guys even left. I just thought you bought one of those Victoria’s Secret bras or something, but now it all makes sense. I bet it was the pool house, wasn’t it?”
I can’t keep this secret any longer. Not from my best friend. “Yes,” I breathe out.
Preston looks proud of himself for figuring it out, but that look is quickly replaced with disgust. “Man, I witnessed my niece or nephew being made? Gross, man.” He shuts his eyes and massages his temples, causing us to laugh.
“No one knows yet, and we’re not telling everyone until after we’re married. So you have to keep this secret. Got it?” I point at him.
“I guess we have you to thank, Preston. If you hadn’t walked in and distracted me, I would’ve been able to pull out in time.” Calvin smiles over at him.
“You’re welcome, I guess,” Preston says, finishing off his beer.
“Oh, and Pres . . .” I say, sitting up and turning to face him. “We’ve talked about it and in addition to being this baby’s uncle, would you also like to be the godfather?”
This surprises him. He sits up a little taller. “Well, who’s going to be the godmother?”
“We were thinking of asking my friend Riley.”
“So the godfather and the godmother get to hook up, right?” He smiles wide.
My jaw drops. “What? No, you freak!”
“Why not?”
I shake my head. “Never mind.”
He laughs. “I’d be more than happy to be godfather to your child, but I will show you that the godfather and godmother do get to hook up.”
“Leave my friend alone, Preston,” I say, leaning forward and pointing my finger at him.
But he doesn’t take me seriously. Instead, he only laughs harder.
“I can’t believe my whole life I’ve been the screw-up and Calvin’s been the golden child, and now he’s the one having the shotgun wedding,” Preston laughs. “I can just see Mr. M standing at the altar with you two, holding the shotgun on you, Cal.” He laughs some more. “I mean, seriously, if you’d asked our parents which one of us they thought would knock a girl up and have to marry her, 10 to one, they would’ve said me.”
Calvin holds up his middle finger. “Yeah, but it’s not like Piper and I were just fucking around. If you knock someone up, it’s going to be some woman whose last name you don’t know.”
Preston looks pissed for being called out. He doesn’t respond though. He just grabs his phone and starts typing. A few seconds later, “White Wedding” by Billy Idol starts playing.
Calvin picks up a couch pillow and chucks it at Preston’s head. His head goes flying back from the force of the pillow, but Preston just holds up his middle finger and smiles.
“Hey, I know what we can do. Let’s pick out the wedding playlist. We could make CDs—I know, so retro—and hand them out at the wedding as party favors. We’ll start with ‘White Wedding,’ and after that, we’ll switch gears to ‘Papa Don’t Preach’ by Madonna.” He looks up from his phone and flashes me a grin.
I can’t do anything but laugh as I shake my head at how stupid he is.
Time passes by in a blur as we chug along to our wedding day. There’s a lot of traveling back home to set things up for the wedding. Calvin manages to sell