Page 30 of The Best Friend Problem
“Do you want to plan out what you’re going to say?”
From anyone else, that might sound sarcastic, but she knew Mo was serious. Her friend knew her, knew Pru would want to go in with a plan, like she did with all things in life.
Barring one particular night about two weeks ago.
“I think it might be wise to jot a few things down.”
Lilly patted her hand, rising from the table. “I’ll go make you a cup of peppermint tea.”
She really had the best friends/roommates/business partners in the world. And she was incredibly grateful all this happened during their slowdown season. Then again, she might not have lost her head over Finn during springtime. They would have been so slammed with weddings, she wouldn’t have had the time to go over to his place and lose her self-control. And her panties.
“Here’s a pen and notepad.”
She glanced up at Mo and Lilly. Her sisters at heart. Tears welled again, but this time she did nothing to stop them.
“Thank you both, for…everything. For supporting my original plan, for being excited about this twist, for having my back no matter what.”
“Of course, sweetie. We always have your back. We love you,” Lilly said.
“Yeah, we’re the three musketeers,” Mo added.
She laughed through her tears. “Pretty sure those were dudes, Mo.”
“Fine, then we’re the Sanderson sisters. Y’know, minus the evil witch part, but totally with the diva Bette Midler part.”
She stood and opened her arms.
“Oh yay! Hug time.”
Mo gleefully threw her arms around Pru, carefully squeezing her. Lilly set down the tea box, dutifully coming over to join the display of affection she rarely took part in. For Pru, because she loved her, and so did Mo, and Pru loved them back with all her heart.
“Pru?”
“Yeah, Mo?”
“Can I rub your tummy?”
“Only if you promise not to talk to it like my baby is a dog.”
“I don’t think the baby has ears yet,” Lilly said, pulling away from the hug after her allotted five seconds of affection.
“Then I won’t talk. I’ll just send it all my love and positive energy to grow into a big, strong, healthy baby who will be spoiled by its auntie Mo when it’s born. Yes you will be, honey.”
Mo placed her hands on Pru’s stomach even though there was no bump there yet. And still, a warm rush of happiness settled over her at her friend’s touch. She knew a lot of pregnant women didn’t like people touching their bellies, but to Pru it reinforced the culmination of a dream.
Her baby.
Plans had changed, but Pru was lucky. She had the two best friends in the world standing by her side. And, hopefully, another one who—after he got over his initial shock—would be just as happy and supportive of her.
One thing she knew for sure—this was definitely changing everything.
Chapter Seven
Finn shoved the last of the half-eaten pizza in the trash. He was pretty sure it had been pizza at one point. Hard to tell what was really under all that fuzzy green stuff growing on top of the weeks-old meal he’d forgotten about. That’s what happened when you spent days away from home. He’d just finished his twenty-four-hour rotation and now had two days at home to relax and unwind.
He needed it too.
They’d been called to the scene of a nasty car wreck. Worst he’d seen in a long time. Night before last, they’d gotten a typical early Colorado snowstorm. Nothing big, just a few flurries and a severe drop in temperature. Happened every November. But the sudden chill and the wet snow had created a black ice situation on the roads. People tended to forget how to drive safely for icy roads over the summer.
