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242 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 18, 2022
As much as I want to laze around and daydream about last night, I have to get to
work. The cats don’t give a shit that I got laid.
“That’s good,” he says. “Glad to hear my little apples aren’t giving their mama so much trouble.”
My heart trips at the affection in his tone, but I try to ignore the reaction. “Apples?”
“Yeah,” he says, lifting his glass of water to take a small sip. “They’re not little plums, anymore. They’re now the size of apples.”
“Still studying, I see,” I muse, my mouth curving up into a grin
“You’re more beautiful now than I’ve ever seen you, Ava,” I say quietly.
Josh. My best friend and the woman I planned to marry had been falling for each other while we played house. All the little looks I’d witnessed and wrote off as my imagination flashed behind my eyes. Finding them laughing in the kitchen at some joke I wasn’t privy to. The way she blushed when he ruffled her hair or gave her a compliment. And there I was, the idiot who was so happy his best friend and girlfriend got along.
And the reason she’d decided to strip the sheets that fateful day? She never told me outright, but did admit they’d finally succumbed to their desires and made love. She fucked him in our bed, then found the ring I so desperately wanted to put on her finger.
“No promises,” I say firmly.
“I can accept that,” he says, giving me a firm nod. “And if you say yes, I promise to do most of the housework and bring home sweet treats from the shop every day.”
“Oh,” I say, one corner of my mouth ticking up, “you play dirty.”
He stares at me for a moment, then lowers his chin to give me a pointed
look.
“No. I play to win”
Zeke has been our designated driver for as long as I can remember.
I’m in awe. I know most dads-to-be long for sons, but I can honestly say I never had a preference. My daughters are healthy and perfect, and I can’t wait to spoil them rotten.
“Ava,” Dr. Kohatsu says to get my attention. When I look at her, she gives me a small smile. “I think it’s just gas.”
“Gas?” I repeat, and another pain hits, this time accompanied by the biggest, loudest fart that has ever escaped my body.
She pushes herself upright, then falls back as a loud fart echoes off the walls around us. She buries her face in her hands and mumbles a few more obscenities before spreading her fingers to peek up at me.
“Oh, my God. Kill me, now.”
I start heaving loud, wailing sobs as they run toward me, then cry even harder as they sandwich me between them and hold me in tight, loving arms. I give myself over to their embrace for a few moments, then wiggle free before sniffing obnoxiously.
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” I huff out between deep breaths.
“Let’s get you inside,” Zoey says gently, wrapping an arm around my back to guide me toward the door. “Then you can tell us what’s wrong so we can fix it.”
There’s no fixing this, but I don’t say that out loud.
“Do you think I’d tell you if she did?” she counters.
“So much for sharing a womb,” I grumble, moving back to finish frosting the donuts I’d been working on.
“Sisters before misters, and that includes twin brothers,” she says
Jared stands and gives Zeke some kind of manly fist bump thing, then leans in to give me a hug. He walks over to the bar to take care of our tab, something he always insists on doing. And we let him because, hello, billionaire casino owner.