Page 44 of The Best Friend Problem
“Yeah, he, um, wanted to come.”
“Good.” Lilly nodded. “He should be pulling his own weight in this.”
“I don’t need his help. I just don’t want to block him out if he wants to be involved.”
“Sounds reasonable. I think you should involve him.”
“I think you should jump him again.”
“Mo!” Her cheeks heated. “We’re friends.”
The chipper woman snorted. “Friends who had sex and are now having a baby together. The barn door’s open, Prudence. The cow’s already out. Enjoy the milk!”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
Lilly pushed her glasses up her nose, staring at her papers. “Something about sex, I imagine.”
No way. She wasn’t going there again. Look what happened the first time.
Sure, it’d been the most amazing sex of her life, but they were having a kid. She was having a kid. She was having his kid… Whatever, it was complicated, and sex would only complicate it further. They could absolutely not fall back into bed together. No matter how many hot dreams she’d had since that night.
Nope.
She wouldn’t do it.
Not again.
They worked all through the morning and into lunch. Mo ran out to pick up sandwiches and another bag of anti-nausea lollipops, for which Pru was eternally grateful. Though she still insisted they didn’t need to cover it for financial reasons, they all agreed to accept the February rush wedding.
Before she knew it, there was a knock on their office door, and Finn’s head popped in.
“Ladies.”
“Oh, hey, Daddy.”
Finn’s smile fell, looking like he tried to keep it but just ended up with an awkward grimace.
Pru elbowed Mo.
“What? Are we not joking about this yet?”
How Moira could laugh off everything in life was beyond her. The woman could see sunshine in a hurricane.
“You ready to go?” he asked, smile now completely gone.
“Yeah. I’m ready.” She gathered her jacket and purse. “See you in about an hour or so,” she called to the other women, following Finn out the door and into the parking lot.
He opened the car door for her, and she shook her head with a smile. “What? No bike?”
“You’re pregnant, Pru. You can’t ride a motorcycle.”
Only because she didn’t know how to drive one. But if she did, she assumed it would be perfectly acceptable to ride one until her belly got too big. She didn’t actually know. It wasn’t one of the areas she researched.
They drove the ten minutes to her doctor’s office and sat in the waiting room. It was filled with a variety of women and some men, looking everything from excited to bored to terrified. Finn sat by her side, holding her hand in comfort, but his leg nervously bounced up and down, jiggling their chairs with the frantic motion.
At least she wasn’t the only one freaking out a little. Hopefully after today’s appointment, things would be clearer for them.
“Prudence C.? The doctor will see you now.”
