Holding Her Hand (The Reed Brothers 9)

“It’s creepy.”

“It’s not creepy.”

“It is. I think you should cancel and just go back to his place and bang his brains out instead.”

“I am not going to cancel.” I get up. “I want to meet his family. I already met his brother Mick.”

“What are you going to wear?” Star asks.

“It’s a cookout. Can you pick something out for me?” I put my hands together like I’m praying.

Star gets up and goes to my closet and I follow her.

“Shut the door, will you?” she asks.

I close the door. “What’s up?”

She sits down on the edge of my bed. “I’m really worried about Wren.”

“I know. I am too.”

“What do you think she’ll do?”

“Honestly, I think she’s undecided.”

“Okay.” She gets up and starts to rummage through my closet. “She didn’t tell me ahead of time. She made me wait until she told everyone else.”

Star and Wren have always been the closest of the five of us, since they’re the only ones who are natural-born sisters. “She’s probably still in shock. I’m surprised she told anyone.”

“I’m pregnant,” she says, as she holds a hand over her baby.

“I know.”

“I don’t like that she has to decide between abortion and having it.”

“I know. I think that’s probably why she told you all this way.”

“When I found out I was pregnant, it was the best day of my life.”

“That’s because you have a husband who supports you and will love that baby to pieces. She’s alone in this.”

“She’s not alone.”

“She is. Where it matters.”

“Okay,” Star says softly. She pulls a pair of jeans and a paisley shirt out of my closet. “Wear this. With your rhinestone sandals.” She points to the bathroom. “Go shower. I’ll fix your hair.”

I sigh and go to Star. I lay a hand on her belly and feel the firm bump beneath my palm. “Wren’s going to be okay,” I tell her.

“I know,” she says, covering my hand with hers. “I just worry.” She grabs my face and presses a sloppy kiss to my cheek with a loud smack. “Go shower. You smell like a man.”

I laugh and go do as she says.

She calls to me as I go into the bathroom. “Hey, Lark.”

I look back. “Yeah?”

She grins. “So how big is his dick?”