Page 108 of Ruin The Friendship
“Sure. If you tilted that phone three inches, I bet I’d see my wood headboard.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I squeak. Lying isn’t my strong suit.
In reality, I’m in here because I miss him. And his bed is more comfortable than mine. Maybe it’s the way his pillow smells like him, or the memories that accompany this space. It’s all him.
I haven’t fully moved into his room yet, or rather, our room, but for all intents and purposes, this is my room now, too.
“Whatever you say. But you miss me too.”
“Fine,” I say. “I do.”
“I’ll be home before you know it.”
“You’re in Colorado tonight, right?” I change the subject, fully knowing I’m about to get weepy if he keeps talking about how much we miss each other. He’s been gone less than twenty-four hours.
“Yep. Calvin and Trigg are out getting lunch with Adam now.”
“Why aren’t you with them?”
He shrugs. “I’d rather talk to you.”
“You only see Adam a few times a year. You should be hanging out with him,” I say, but the conviction isn’t there. I don’t really want to hang up on him.
He shakes his head. “I’m right where I want to be. How’s my little ladybug?”
“She’s good,” I breathe, running my other hand over my bump. “Kicking like crazy today, but she’s sleeping now.”
“Let me talk to her.”
I giggle, a hit of warmth worming its way into my heart.He’s been talking to her any chance he gets, and it’s adorable every time. I shift so I’m sitting up and put him a little lower so he can see my bump.
Fletcher’s smile widens when he sees me in full, and then he starts talking. There’s nothing special about what he’s saying; he’s mainly talking about hockey or some stupid thing Calvin did on the team plane today, but it doesn’t matter. He’s talking to her, letting her get to know his voice. I talk to her all the time, too, but it feels special when he does it.
The tone of Fletcher’s voice changes when he switches back to talking to me. “Are you excited for the baby shower next week?”
“Yes and no. I’m so excited to see your mom, but nervous to see mine. I keep pressing Grace to see if she’s causing trouble, but you know how stubborn Grace is. She won’t give me a peep of information.”
“I’m glad. If your mom is making things difficult, we don’t want to stress you out,” he says, and something about his tone has me wondering….
I knew it.
“Has Grace talked to you about her? Is she causing issues?” I blurt, sitting up straight.
“Relax, beautiful. It’s fine. She’s just being dramatic about some of the decorations. You know how your mom is. She has a vision, and ladybugs aren’t it.”
I groan, rubbing my face. “I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s handled.”
“Thank you. You’re lucky your mom is so chill.”
“She’s excited to see you,” Fletcher says with a smile.
A realization hits me. “Have you told your parents?”
His brow furrows on the screen. “Told them what? They knew you were pregnant before I did.”
“No, no, not that,” I say, waving my hand. “About… us. Y’know, that we’retogether.”
