Page 14 of The Best Friend Problem
Pink lips curved upward, her entire being glowing. The weird tension he’d been holding in his muscles ever since she blurted out her news released at the sight of her delight.
This decision made her happy. That was all that mattered.
“I am.” Lifting her cider, she took a drink, then frowned slightly as she placed the bottle back on the table. “Though, I will miss my cider. And sushi.”
“And sex.”
She snorted. “Can’t miss what I’m not having. Besides, pregnant women can have sex. I’m pretty sure there’s an entire section of the internet devoted to that particular fetish.”
Talking babies was one thing, but he could not handle discussing porn with Pru.
“I think this news calls for a celebration.” He bobbed his brow. “Shots?”
Pru arched one eyebrow. “We’re not in college anymore, Finn. I don’t want to be puking my guts out tomorrow.”
“I won’t let you puke.” He caught Laura’s eye from across the room and tilted his head, and the server gave him a nod and started heading their way. “But we need to celebrate your last hurrah before you saddle yourself with a kid for eighteen years.”
“Hey!” She reached across the table to give him a very ineffectual punch to his shoulder. “Kids are not a saddle; they’re a joy. Besides, I handle your childish ass all the time.”
A chuckle escaped him. Man, he loved to rile her. “That you do. So, shots?”
Pru rolled her eyes, a smile tilting the corner of her mouth. “Okay, fine. One last celebration, but you’re paying.”
“Of course.” He grinned as Laura arrived at their table. “Two chocolate cake shots.”
“You got it.” The server turned and headed toward the bar.
Pru raised a brow. “Chocolate cake shots?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. Celebration calls for cake.”
She snorted. “Cake is made from flour, eggs, and sugar. We’re going to be ingesting vodka, Frangelico, and lemon.”
True, but it weirdly tasted just like chocolate cake, and wasn’t that what really counted when celebrating?
“To Pru.” Finn lifted his glass once Laura dropped them off. “Who is going to be the best mom ever!”
Her eyes misted over as she raised her own glass. “Thanks, Finn.”
They clinked, biting into their sugared lemons before downing their drinks.
“Oh my.” Pru gave a slight cough, wiping some sugar off her chin with the back of her hand. His gaze snagged on a few sparkling sugar crystals left on the corner of her mouth, and he had the strangest urge to lick them off.
What the hell?
All this baby and sperm talk was messing with his mind. Or maybe it was the shot. It had been a while since he’d indulged in anything more than a few beers.
“I haven’t had one of those in a while. I forgot how yummy they are. And messy.” Her eyes brightened. “Do we dare another?”
Loving the happy expression on his friend’s face, he motioned to Laura for two more. “We dare.”
Pru laughed. “Okay, I’m in. But I walked tonight, so if I get too sauced, can I crash at your place?”
His place was right across the street, and she’d bunked on his couch dozens of times when they’d both had a bit too much. Looked like tonight was going to be one of those nights. Knowing it might be the last “one of those nights,” he tried not to let the small twinge of sadness interfere with the evening. Tonight was all about Pru, celebrating her news, supporting her decision.
“Of course, Pru. You know you’re always welcome.”
Laura dropped off their second shot, and Pru picked up her glass.
