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student of hers, defiant until she sent them to the principal’s office, couldn’t deny that out of all the classes they raised hell in, Miss Scott’s was by far their favorite.
    Unfortunately, my back hurt and her cheery reminder that today, me, my mother, and Alicia would be spending multiple hours together, made my head hurt.
    Megan stood at the foot of the bed, still holding that sunshine filled smile of hers. When I peered glumly at her from the tangled covers, she turned on her heels and snatched back the curtains, flooding the room with bonafide sunshine.
    “Jesus, Meg,” I groaned, wincing as I rolled away from the new day and stubbornly locked eyes with the clock on the bedside table. I refused to believe that it was 11AM. It felt like I’d just settled in the bed a few hours ago, snuggling up to Jacob and making him promise to bail me out with a Whitmore and Creighton PR emergency if things got too crazy. But reality smacked me in the head, a Jacob-sized impression left on his side of the bed. I noticed there was a glass of orange juice perched beside those laughing, red digits on the clock. Swooning a little bit, I realized there was a bottle of ibuprofen nestled beside the glass.
    “My hero,” I murmured with a lazy smile, trying to muster the energy to claim the tiny pills that would help me get through this day.
    “How are you still in bed?” Megan’s cheery voice had lost a bit of its pep and when I twisted my neck to the window, the sunbeams outlined her disapproval. She was the master, or mistress, of the ceremonies today and she looked the part. She wore a flowing, ivory dress that swished with every step she took. She paused a the foot of the bed, her topknot bun as strict as her tone. “You know that we have brunch at noon at Cafe 29.” She counted out every last bullet point on the itinerary with her fingers. “Then, at 1:30, we have lemonade and cookies at the park by the lake. Gelato is up next, then back here for gifts and Sullivan’s. Then we’ll wrap up the whole shebang when Marco brings his team for manis, pedis, and massages.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at the last bit and I couldn’t resist.
    “We splurged and got the ‘happy ending’ package, right?”
    Megan’s jade green eyes widened and I swear her pallor matched her dress. “Leila Rae Montgomery, if there wasn’t an adorable baby growing inside you, I’d smother you with a pillow.”
    “Considering that would save me from playing referee with my mom and Alicia, can you make it quick?”
    She smoothed invisible strawberry blonde flyaways and gave me a glare that made my blood run cold. There was a little bit of her boyfriend, Cade Wallace, facing an enemy guns blazing, in that glare.
    “You won’t have to worry about them because I will personally take down anyone that disrupts your day.” She narrowed her eyes and planted her hands on her hips. “Why are you still in bed?!”
    I dropped my hold on the covers I’d been ready to pull over my head and held both hands up instead. “Pregnant, remember?”
    She cracked the tiniest grin. “Excuses, excuses.” With a sigh, she plopped onto the bed beside me, kicking off her heels. “How are you feeling, by the way?” Before I could answer, she added, “You should be well rested after your Hawaiian escape. An escape that didn’t involve your best friend in the whole world.”
    “Still holding tight to that grudge, I see,” I laughed, propping myself up on a few pillows. Even if it hadn’t been a spur of the moment surprise from Jacob, I knew she wouldn’t have been able to take the time off from work. And she’d never admit it, because it meant letting me off the hook, but she would have hated leaving her kids for longer than a few days. Public relations was my passion and teaching was hers. She loved each and every one of her students and rooted for them, cried for them, and went to bat for them. The fact that she was taking today off of work for