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know you didn’t. It just got me to thinking. When location shoots start, everyone will be looking for me.”
    So, so many things I never think of. How will the boys react to a media circus outside our building? I’ve been walking from the building to all over the city. Will we not be able to do that anymore? “Will I still be able to go out and run?”
    “I don’t think it’ll be a problem. Until they figure out you’re pregnant. Then it might be for a while. There’s always the treadmill.”
    Jesus . I hadn’t thought about that, either. Getting hugely pregnant is enough of an ordeal. Now people will be keeping track of it too? Great. “You’re making all of this sound really fun. Can’t wait.”
    “Don’t worry about it. Tucker will be here; he can always go out on runs with you. And you may not want to run that much longer, anyway, depending on how you feel.”
    My knee throbs in agreement with him. “I’ll have to do something. I go crazy if I don’t. You’ve not seen me when I don’t exercise. It’s not pretty.”
    He sighs. “I’ll take your word for it. Hopefully I don’t have to witness the ugliness that is Kelly Reynolds, stir-crazy pregnant lady.” I hear a voice in the background. “I have to go. McDougal needs me on set.”
    He hangs up. I nurse the end of my tea and try not to drown in all the new things to consider. This could get complicated.

    Since meeting my neighbor and almost-friend out running almost a week ago, I haven’t had too much more time to dwell on new things. I had arrivals to prepare for. The rest of my brood will be here tonight.
    Andrew’s gone to get Tucker and the boys, a role reversal for once. He’s picking them up at JFK and has promised to text before they arrive back at the condo.
    I’m so psyched, it’s embarrassing. I can’t wait to see them. They’ll probably be two inches taller and need new shoes.
    And I missed Tucker too. Yes, I know he’s an employee of Andrew, but really, he’s my friend. He proved that to me in Malibu the night things went south for Andrew and me. He came to get me, he helped Andrew, and he stuck by both of us through the toughest of it.
    I know Andrew’s safe with him, and for that, I’m grateful. I don’t worry. I know Tucker makes it his job to be vigilant.
    So, yes, I love this guy. All six foot four inches of him, the big lug. While Andrew may be tall, he’s lanky. Tucker is a tank.
    But I can’t wait to see how he reacts when I tell him I’m pregnant. I suspect he’ll be a big gooey mess.
    I’m preparing for their arrival and for the announcement.
    I add another balloon to the bazillion all over the kitchen.
    This was Andrew’s idea. All the balloons have a message tied to the end of their ribbons. Most of them say “Happy Birthday, Kelly.” One of them has a copy of our very first ultrasound photo tied to it and a “Here Comes Baby” message.
    But it doesn’t stand out very much from all the other balloons. Yes, it’s tied to the chair Tucker’s supposed to sit in, but when I do stuff like this it never works.
    “We’ll probably have to tell him straight out,” I say out loud, to the baby. Maybe I’m a doofus, but I talk to the baby. He can hear me. No one else is here to tease me. I like it.
    My phone buzzes. Andrew texts that they’re in the building. I dim the lights. I hear the key in the door in the foyer. I can hear Andrew chatting with Tucker as they come into the condo.
    Hunter calls for me. “Mom, we’re here!”
    They all come in the kitchen. I turn on the lights.
    “Surprise!”
    “I thought it was your birthday? Why are you surprising us?” Beau giggles and comes to hug me.
    Tucker stands there, towering over everyone, bags slung over both shoulders. As big as he is, his face is lit up like a little kid’s. He looks at the balloons everywhere. “Happy birthday, Kelly!” He comes over and gives me a peck on the cheek.
    Andrew laughs. “Typical Kelly to throw her own party.” He