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Sure.” Chances were Luke was working all night so there’d be no booty call anyway. They hadn’t seen each other since their make-out session on the street yesterday. He’d sent her a text late last night to let her know he was working a twenty-four-hour shift and he’d call her when he got off.
Realizing her mind wasn’t on work, Sage changed into yoga pants and a sports bra and did an hour of Pilates in her living room. She opened a bottle of water and got half of it down before her doorbell rang. “It’s open,” she called from the kitchen.
“I brought food. Do you have tea?” Thyme unpacked a tub of hummus, tabouli, high fiber whole grain crackers, and a bunch of grapes.
Gah. They were turning into old maids. She’d much rather have a pitcher of margaritas and nachos. “Got any burgers in there?”
“Since you’ve been getting sick at night I thought a lighter dinner might help.”
“You’re turning into Rayne.” Thyme was never the caretaker. Rayne fed, babied, nursed, and worried enough for the three of them. Sage bossed. Thyme did her own thing. They each had their sister roles and now her little, bratty sister was turning the tables on things.
“She’s coming too. She has dessert.”
“Plain Greek yogurt and blueberries.” Rayne had let herself in and held up her idea of a sugary sweet. Ironic that she married a man who owned a bakery, yet Rayne didn’t do sweets. Having a weight problem in her teen years scarred her. Now she was a successful fitness instructor and owned her own gym. Sage attended classes when she could squeeze them around her crazy schedule.
Thyme often filled in at the fitness studio and taught a Zumba or kickboxing class when Rayne was down an instructor. Rubbing her belly, Sage thought she felt the beginning of a paunch. She’d need to make a point to fit in some more classes.
“You’re…growing?” Thyme’s eyes were fixed on Sage’s belly.
Sage looked down at her naked midriff. She should have put a shirt on before her meddling sisters came over. “Do I look fat to you?”
“I didn’t say you were fat.”
“You implied it.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Girls,” Rayne reprimanded. “Sage, you’re pregnant. You’re not fat, nor will you ever be. Thyme.” She turned to her other sister. “Give Sage time to adapt. This is all very new. And very…unSage.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sage stuck her hands on her hips and scowled at Rayne.
“You’ve never expressed an interest in having a child. So your being pregnant is quite shocking.”
“I don’t want kids. Nothing’s changed.” Sage ripped off the top of the hummus and tore open the bag of crackers. Hell, it was her house and she didn’t need to be invited to eat.
“You don’t have to be so bitchy about everything. Can’t you be nice for once in your life?”
“I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do. You’re blocking my fridge. So pour me some iced tea.”
Thyme opened the fridge and pulled out the pitcher of tea. She grabbed a glass from the cabinet, slammed the door shut, sloshed the tea in the glass, and stuck it out for Sage, spilling some of it on the floor.
“You make a mess, you clean it up.” Sage took the tea from her sister and guzzled half the glass. “Aw, shit.” She ran to the bathroom and puked up the crackers she just ate.
“Oh, sweetie.” Rayne stood behind her, rubbing her back.
“Leave me alone. I’m fine.” Not accustomed to being the weak sister, she shrugged off Rayne’s touch and grabbed some toilet paper to dab her mouth.
“I know. I know.”
Thankfully her yacking sessions were quick, but still annoying. Sage stood and went to the sink to rinse her mouth and wash her hands. “I’m good.” She brushed past her sister and made her way back to the kitchen. “Where were we?”
“Thyme was accusing you of never doing anything nice and you were telling her you could do whatever you want,” Rayne said from
Realizing her mind wasn’t on work, Sage changed into yoga pants and a sports bra and did an hour of Pilates in her living room. She opened a bottle of water and got half of it down before her doorbell rang. “It’s open,” she called from the kitchen.
“I brought food. Do you have tea?” Thyme unpacked a tub of hummus, tabouli, high fiber whole grain crackers, and a bunch of grapes.
Gah. They were turning into old maids. She’d much rather have a pitcher of margaritas and nachos. “Got any burgers in there?”
“Since you’ve been getting sick at night I thought a lighter dinner might help.”
“You’re turning into Rayne.” Thyme was never the caretaker. Rayne fed, babied, nursed, and worried enough for the three of them. Sage bossed. Thyme did her own thing. They each had their sister roles and now her little, bratty sister was turning the tables on things.
“She’s coming too. She has dessert.”
“Plain Greek yogurt and blueberries.” Rayne had let herself in and held up her idea of a sugary sweet. Ironic that she married a man who owned a bakery, yet Rayne didn’t do sweets. Having a weight problem in her teen years scarred her. Now she was a successful fitness instructor and owned her own gym. Sage attended classes when she could squeeze them around her crazy schedule.
Thyme often filled in at the fitness studio and taught a Zumba or kickboxing class when Rayne was down an instructor. Rubbing her belly, Sage thought she felt the beginning of a paunch. She’d need to make a point to fit in some more classes.
“You’re…growing?” Thyme’s eyes were fixed on Sage’s belly.
Sage looked down at her naked midriff. She should have put a shirt on before her meddling sisters came over. “Do I look fat to you?”
“I didn’t say you were fat.”
“You implied it.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Girls,” Rayne reprimanded. “Sage, you’re pregnant. You’re not fat, nor will you ever be. Thyme.” She turned to her other sister. “Give Sage time to adapt. This is all very new. And very…unSage.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sage stuck her hands on her hips and scowled at Rayne.
“You’ve never expressed an interest in having a child. So your being pregnant is quite shocking.”
“I don’t want kids. Nothing’s changed.” Sage ripped off the top of the hummus and tore open the bag of crackers. Hell, it was her house and she didn’t need to be invited to eat.
“You don’t have to be so bitchy about everything. Can’t you be nice for once in your life?”
“I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do. You’re blocking my fridge. So pour me some iced tea.”
Thyme opened the fridge and pulled out the pitcher of tea. She grabbed a glass from the cabinet, slammed the door shut, sloshed the tea in the glass, and stuck it out for Sage, spilling some of it on the floor.
“You make a mess, you clean it up.” Sage took the tea from her sister and guzzled half the glass. “Aw, shit.” She ran to the bathroom and puked up the crackers she just ate.
“Oh, sweetie.” Rayne stood behind her, rubbing her back.
“Leave me alone. I’m fine.” Not accustomed to being the weak sister, she shrugged off Rayne’s touch and grabbed some toilet paper to dab her mouth.
“I know. I know.”
Thankfully her yacking sessions were quick, but still annoying. Sage stood and went to the sink to rinse her mouth and wash her hands. “I’m good.” She brushed past her sister and made her way back to the kitchen. “Where were we?”
“Thyme was accusing you of never doing anything nice and you were telling her you could do whatever you want,” Rayne said from
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