I huffed out a breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“Shut up. We all have our moments.” Zoe patted her rounded belly. “You should have heard what Ian and I went through. Literally a war zone of emotional crap plus a crazy mother-in-law.”
Maggie laughed. “I love my mother-in-law.”
“Mine’s literally insane. Ward and all.”
“Oh.” Well, my shit didn’t seem so bad next to that one. “I want that though.”
“A crazy mother-in-law?”
I laughed. Finally, the tears seemed to be fading. “No, the baby and the crazy guy in my life. Maybe it’s not going to be Rory.” It killed me to say it. My chest constricted and tears stung the backs of my eyes again. Slowly, I exhaled. “Maybe it won’t be him, but I want the whole package.”
Kinleigh crouched in front of me. “You deserve it and if he doesn’t see that, then he’s an idiot. As for the babies…” She fell back on her butt. “I get it. All these babies in the Cove have me thinking about them too.”
“You?”
Maggie smoothed the shirt that was bunched in her arms. “Wolf is pretty amazing. I didn’t think I was ready for it, but he decided otherwise. Totally unplanned. Same with Kellan.”
“Ian was never in my plan. I’m going to keep him. At least today. He didn’t piss me off today.”
Maggie laughed. “How I live my life with Kellan too.”
I glanced down at Kinleigh. She was playing with the laces of her Chucks. “Men are stupid.”
“Well, that’s never going to change.” Maggie set the clothes down and moved to the box of wine on the refreshment station. “But alcohol helps.”
Zoe sighed and rubbed the side of her belly. “Soon, my body won’t be an incubator for the footballer I’m carrying. Ian’s words, not mine. I’d say soccer, but then he…” Her cheeks flushed. “Well, let’s just say he reminds me why I enjoy the British side of him.”
I laughed. “Can’t say the Irish in Rory is a detriment.” I slid on the floor next to Kinleigh and crossed my legs. The makeshift button expander on my pants pinched. “Ugh, I’m going to have to have to alter my damn clothes.”
“Guys have it so easy, they just push their belts lower.” Zoe leaned back on her elbows with a sigh. “There you go, little one. Stretch out a little.”
“Is your metabolism finally slowing?” Kinleigh asked me. “I thought for sure it was permanently set on high.”
“I suck at dieting, but maybe I’m going to have to start. Nothing fits right.”
Zoe rolled onto her side on the hassock. “Bra?”
“Ugh, definitely the bra. I swear, my boobs grew a whole size. Where was that when I was in high school?”
Maggie paused before she held out the glass of rosé. “Super sensitive?”
I blushed. The last time I was with Rory, that had definitely been a factor. Everything felt over-sensitive.
Maggie swung her hand to Kinleigh and handed her the wine instead.
I frowned and sat up straighter. “Oh, no.”
“Oh, shit.” Kinleigh’s eyes widened and she downed her wine like a shot.
Digging out my phone, I flicked open my medical app. I was never regular so my gynecologist convinced me to track my period just to make sure nothing was too out of whack. I’d forgotten about it between shifts at the diner and the ice cream thing.
I swiped back two screens. “Oh, no.”
I was two months late—at least.
Seventeen