Seventh Heaven (Allendale Four 4)

“Hey!”

“And Anderson’s going to have a potbelly.”

I laughed. I tried to imagine it and the weird thing was tha

t I could—not imagine him fat—god no—but a little older—like his dad. He’d definitely be handsome. They all would.

“Life isn’t stagnant, Heaven, but I think one thing that’s true is we’re each other’s constant. Good, bad, ugly, old. We’ll figure it out, when life brings it our way.” He pushed a hand under my hair, cupping my neck. “You’re jumping the gun on this. Worrying about something that isn’t even an issue.”

I gazed up at him. “How did you get to be so wise?”

“Someone around here has to keep a level head.”

I loved this man so much. Loved them all, and they’d shown me that all week by taking care of me. I felt a slight stirring below my belly, one that had been suppressed by my illness. It was too soon to act on it—I’d probably fall asleep—but soon we’d all be back to normal and he was right. I needed to let this go and move on. They’d made their intentions clear—they wanted me more than anything else.

22

Heaven

With my sickness finally gone and my fears put to rest, we settled back into a normal daily life. I was still on hiatus, but the opening of the new gym was fast approaching. A party was scheduled for the night before it opened to customers—mostly current members and ultra-high list celebrities that used A5 when they were in town.

I offered my assistance but Oliver and Jackson hired most of the party planning out to professionals. They wanted me to rest, but I was tired of being in the house. So, I called up Amber and asked if she wanted to go shopping with me. I needed something to wear to the party.

We hit our favorite shops, many still around from when we were in high school. This time, things were different. Amber’s pregnant, her tiny belly just beginning to show. I wasn’t there to buy the perfect dress of revenge. As our lives changed, they seemed to get less complicated. Thank goodness for that.

“What about this?” Amber asked, holding up a red, body-hugging gown.

“A little too formal,” I said. “It is a gym, after all.”

“A gym with celebrities.”

“Some that I work with. I’m not quite that star-struck anymore.”

“Well I am.” She held up a black dress with gold edging. “You think the black will make me look skinnier?”

“You are skinny—you mean not pregnant? With all the effort that went into getting you knocked up, why would you hide it?”

“True. Ginger thinks my belly is sexy. She can’t keep her hands off of it.”

I flipped through the dresses and pulled out one that was tight-fitting. “Then try this one. You can walk around all night belly-cupping that tiny bump of yours.”

She took it from me and hung it over her arm. “Ohhh, check out this one. It has Heaven written all over it.”

I took the dress from her. It was a pale pink with a plunging V down the front—tiny jewels and sequins lined the bodice and it was fitted to the hem just above the knees. “I’m not sure I have the boobs to pull this off.”

Amber cupped her own boobs obscured under her hoodie. “You know that’s one of the odd perks of pregnancy—bigger boobs. Just go try it. I think you can pull it off.”

We both headed into different dressing rooms and reemerge a few moments later. Amber was right, the dress did look good and my boobs held up the top better than I expected.

When I looked at her, I felt my eyes widen.

“What?” she asked, checking out her backside in the mirror.

“Holy shit, your tits are massive.”

“I told you!” Again, she held them. I mean, I knew she said they were bigger, but under the hoodie I couldn’t tell. They were big. Really big.

“I have a feeling it’s not your tiny belly Ginger is into, just saying.”