It’s these s–s–stupid pregnancy hormones.”
“It’s okay, J,” Katie-Anne replied, holding her sobbing friend in her arms. She ran her hands up and down Jaycee’s back in what she hoped was a soothing motion. “I understand.” More than you know.
Katie-Anne wasn’t sure how long they stood there like that, and she didn’t care. Leaving her best friends in a few days was enough to bring tears to her own eyes. Maybe she needed a little comfort, too. She instinctively squeezed her friend tighter. “I’m so sorry,” Katie-Anne whispered. And she was sorry, sorrier than she could or would say.
With a sigh, Katie-Anne broke away from Jaycee and schooled her features. “So I hear you have two buns in your oven,” she commented casually, rubbing her best friend’s curved stomach.
Jaycee wiped away her tears, a mushy smile spreading across her face. “Yeah, my men don’t do anything in half measures.”
“Damn straight,” Cade said, swaggering up behind his petite wife and patting her bottom. “Now, get your pretty ass in the house, darlin’. I don’t want you getting sick.”
Jaycee swatted her cocky, strawberry-blond husband with a huff. “Men! We can’t live with them, and we can’t live without them.”
“He’s right,” Katie-Anne agreed. “It’s too cold out here for pregnant ladies.”
“No,” Jaycee groaned. “Not you, too.”
“Yes, me too,” Katie-Anne replied, her lips twitching.
“Whatever,” Jaycee mumbled and tugged Katie-Anne in the house. “Better?”
Katie-Anne couldn’t help it. She laughed. “Much.”
“Me too,” Shannon murmured breathlessly as she walked out of the kitchen with Jared, Drew, and Randy following right behind her, their faces looking smug and more-than-satisfied.
Evidently, it took Shannon a minute to comprehend that Katie-Anne was the one who’d spoken because, out of nowhere, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “Katie-Anne,” she shrieked.
Katie-Anne chuckled. “That’s what my driver’s license says.” At least, for now, it does.
Shannon bounded across the room and had Katie-Anne in her arms before she could take a breath. “I missed you. Don’t you do that to us again, young lady.”
Katie-Anne closed her eyes regretfully. She couldn’t bring herself to look at them or even speak aloud because she knew the goodbyes would be here soon enough. More tears sprang to Katie-Anne’s eyes, and she had to fight them off—again. I’m as bad as the hormonal Jaycee.
“Promise me,” Shannon ordered. “I know you won’t break a promise, so I want your word.”
Katie-Anne shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” Shane growled as he stepped out of the living room on the left side of the hallway and into the foyer.
At the same time, Landon joined the gathering crowd, coming out of the den on the right. “And you will,” he stated emphatically.
Katie-Anne froze, going so still her body felt like it would shatter. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest, and she felt lightheaded. The whole room seemed to be closing in on her, the heavy, tension-filled air stifling her. “Shane, Landon,” she sighed, half in pain and half in relief. You’re here. I’m here. Oh God.
“We need to talk,” Shane told her, staring at her like she was the only person in the room. He flicked his gaze hungrily over to Landon. “All three of us.”
“No,” Jaycee denied. “ We , girls, need to talk, Shane. Since you boys are awfully good at sharing, you can take your turn later. Until then, you should just thank your lucky stars that we managed to get her here.”
“You got me here by lies and deception, you rotten bitch,” Katie-Anne snapped. “If I didn’t love you and expect this kind of bullshit from both of you, I would—”
“Blah, blah, blah,” Shannon interrupted. “You won’t hurt me or Jaycee. When it comes to the two of us, you’re all talk, my friend.”
Damn, I hate when she’s right. Bitch.
“Yeah,”
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