Wrong Question, Right Answer (The Bourbon Street Boys #3) - Elle Casey Page 0,91

her. I don’t need to tell her that these babies growing inside me have turned my innards to butter and that I’m finding it really hard to be harsh with people anymore.

“But even though I might look a little bit like a fairy princess and Ozzie’s gorgeous, it doesn’t mean our babies are going to be as cute as yours.”

I frown at her. “Are you crazy? When your baby comes out, it’s going to be the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen. Ozzie too. There’s no way he’d look at my kids and compare them to his own kid and find his own kid lacking.”

She looks like she’s not sure whether she should believe me or not.

I plow ahead, knowing I’ve got her on the ropes. “Seriously. Besides, my pregnancy book says that there’s some kind of hormone or something that triggers when a father sees his own face on the baby. It makes them think that the baby is super cute even when it’s not. That’s why Mother Nature made it so babies look like the father when they’re born. It’s all about survival.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “Really? Are you telling the truth?”

I hold out my arms. “As you said . . . I don’t say nice things just to make people feel better. You can trust me.” This time I am telling the truth. And I know for a fact that if May looks down at her baby and there’s any hint of Ozzie on that baby’s face, she’s going to think the kid can walk on the moon without a spacesuit.

“I need to get the title of that book from you.” She wipes the rest of her tears away and sniffs loudly.

“Sure, no problem. I’ve got a whole bunch. I’ve already read most of them so you can just take ’em.”

She smiles at me. “I never took you for a girl who would do research when she found out she was pregnant.”

“I’m not.” I smile. “Lucky bought them for me. He’s in serious research mode right now. He’s starting a whole library. Right now he’s reading about toddlers.”

“Awww . . . that’s so cute.” Her regular May-smile is back on her face, which brings me a huge sense of relief. I can only imagine what Ozzie would do to me if she walked away frowning. I’d get blamed for sure.

May rolls her chair back over to her cubicle and acts like she’s going to pick up where she left off with her work. I sit there and stare at her until she looks over at me.

“What?” she asks.

“You’re not going to just sit there, are you?”

“I have to finish my work.”

“But you haven’t even told Ozzie you’re pregnant yet.” Maybe she has a grand plan she’s failed to share with me.

May shrugs, looking at her computer screen. “I have to pick the right moment. We weren’t really expecting this. I was supposed to be planning a wedding, not a birth.”

I lower my voice. “Does Jenny know?”

May looks over at me, the air surrounding her thick with guilt. “No. She’s going to kill me.”

“Why? Won’t she be happy?”

May sighs and turns her chair to face me again. “It’s really complicated. We’re doing all this wedding planning, and we have all the dresses picked out; but if I know Ozzie, he’s not going to want to wait to get married. He’s going to want to get married quicker so the baby can be born after the ceremony.” She rolls her eyes. “He’s a little old-fashioned.”

I snort. “Not that old-fashioned.” I point at her stomach.

She rubs her belly and smiles. “Okay, so he’s not that old-fashioned. But anyway, I know him; he’s going to want to get married right away.”

I shrug. “So? Do it. Everyone can move their schedules. Not a problem.”

She sighs. “Obviously, you’ve never planned a wedding. My sister has a caterer on board, a florist, dresses to be fitted . . . It’s going to be a nightmare.”

I refuse to buy into that garbage. “No. It’s going to be easy. We change the venue to Jenny’s backyard, we all go to the store and buy dresses off the rack, and any restaurant in the area can whip together a little reception party with just a few days’ notice. You don’t need to get all froufrou with it.”

She pouts. “But I was kind of hoping for a little bit of froufrou.”

“Fine. Don’t you have to make those little favors or whatever you were talking about the