“See you out there, cupcake.” Oliver kisses me once more, and we go our separate ways, but as I walk, my steps are somehow lighter. Maybe that was a decision I didn’t know I needed to make until now, but it most definitely feels like the right one.
I knock on the door to Bryn’s suite, and when she opens it, the sight steals my breath. Wow.
“Do I look okay?” Bryn runs her hands down the sides of the white gown that hugs the top half of her body and descends into some kind of flowing magic at the bottom. It’s sexy yet sweet, beachy yet bombshell—perfect for a Cancun wedding.
“Okay?” I echo. “You put the A in amazing. Logan is going to lose his mind.”
“I hope so.” She smiles, and I step inside and close the door behind me.
I wave to Teagan and Amelia on the balcony, then turn back to the woman who has become one of my closest friends in the entire world. Perhaps it’s good that the others are outside—there are only ten minutes until we need to go downstairs, but this will give us time to chat.
And from the look in Bryn’s eyes, I think we need to do that.
“Bryn, sweetie, is everything okay?” I ask.
“It is.” She takes a deep breath. “I’m marrying the man of my dreams.”
“I know. But you seem kind of . . . distant this morning,” I say, easing into the subject gently. If she doesn’t want to tell me, I’m not going to press.
“You noticed, huh?” She heaves a sigh and walks over to the chaise lounge by the window, resting her hands on the frame. “Honestly, this is eating me up. I need to tell you something about Logan and me.” She glances out at Amelia and Teagan, then back to meet my gaze. “It’s about having a baby.”
I can’t hold back anymore. “Congratulations!” I squee and rush to hug her. “This is the best news!”
“Pardon?” she asks, and I pull away so I can see her face and the excitement I know must be there.
“Sorry—Oliver told me. I guess Logan must have told him,” I say, grinning like a fool.
“Told him what exactly?” Bryn steps back and folds her arms, and uh-oh. This doesn’t look like the face of a woman about to confess her glowing-with-child status.
“About . . . you being pregnant,” I say, but as Bryn’s eyebrows draw into an even deeper frown, I know without question—
She is not having a baby.
And that means the boys have the wrong end of the stick.
25
Bryn
From the moment I saw the dress, I knew.
This was it.
This was the outfit I would wear when I married the love of my life.
But as I run my hands over the silky material that falls around my legs, I feel an uncertainty.
Of course, not about marrying Logan. That’s a no-brainer.
I don’t need to read an article like “Five Hints You’re Marrying the Love of Your Life.” I could write that piece myself, along with some companion posts like “Do You Really Know When You Think You Know?” (hint: the answer is yes) and “When ‘I Do’ Is All Too True.”
No, this uncertainty stems from something else entirely.
“I see Daddy!” Amelia whispers excitedly, her eyes glued to the gap in the door that leads to the white sand and floral arch where our friends and family wait. “Do you want to see him, Bryn?”
I smile and kneel behind her, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “I think I’ll wait until we walk down the aisle.”
“O-kaa-aay.” Amelia doesn’t sound particularly confident in my choice as she singsongs three syllables into the two-syllable word. “But he looks very handsome.”
I laugh. “I’m sure he does.”
Another thing I have no doubt about.
But this whole baby situation? That’s another matter entirely. It’s thrown me for a loop.
I’d been so happy with the plan to wait a few years before trying for a baby. Logan and I both manage our own businesses, and with mine so new, it didn’t seem smart to add a baby to the mix too early. Not only that, but we have this gorgeous girl in front of me—the only member of our bridal party because she’s the only one we need, in more ways than one.
Not yet. Two words I’d felt so confident about.
But Amelia’s question this morning made me realize something. I’m on the brink of marrying the man I love madly. I don’t think I want to wait to try for a baby. Why should we delay? We don’t live in a world where I have to choose whether to be a wife or a businesswoman or a mother. I can be anything and everything. I want it all, and I want it now. I want what the guys think I already have – a baby in my belly.
