Christmas with a Rockstar (Rock Revenge Trilogy 3.50)

I supposed I should get used to Alvin and the Chipmunks if I had a little chipmunk growing inside me.

Nick sang—which he almost never did—in a ridiculous falsetto that somehow notched higher into a reasonable facsimile of the chipmunk version of Simon.

“Just like you.” Nick waggled his eyebrows as he came out of the kitchen.

“Asshole.” Simon’s forearm rested on the back of Margo’s chair as he turned into her to make sure she didn’t need to reach too far for anything.

Hovering.

I’d have to kill Ian if he tried that nonsense with me.

How the hell was I supposed to even bring up the subject? I’d recently learned that my cousin had been trying to have a baby for a while and Margo was across from me, heavily pregnant. She was practically glowing with smiles and laughter at the antics between Nick and Simon.

Even Ian managed to lob a few insults their way, though he was still timid about throwing his personality around. I hoped he would grow out of that the more his relationship grew with Simon.

Margo was rubbing absent circles along the side of her stomach as Simon’s tenor voice soared to the rafters and Ian chased him vocally as they tried to outdo one another through a Michael Bublé song.

I laughed and shot a look at Ian. I hadn’t even known he knew the song. We really hadn’t spoken about the holidays, religious or otherwise.

God, we still had so many things to learn about one another.

Nick tossed a chip into Simon’s mouth mid-note and clapped with a hyena laugh when it shut him up.

“Boys, no food fights.”

Nick dunked his chip into the guacamole. “Look at that, Margo’s practicing her mom voice.”

“I perfected it long before this little girl was planted.” Margo patted her belly.

I bumped into my water glass and Ian braced his hand over the top before it splattered across the table. He frowned at me and I blew out a breath.

We hadn’t decided on the timing of this announcement, but I just couldn’t wait any longer to spill.

“Nick, can you pass me the guac, please? Oh, and we’re having a baby.”

The clink of silverware and laughter immediately stopped.

“What?” Simon cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, what?”

“So, not the only Kagan coming into the world soon.” Ian mirrored his brother with his arm propped behind my chair.

“Does no one know how to use a damn condom in this group?” Nick tossed his napkin on the table, stood, and picked up his plate. He stalked into the kitchen without another word.

“We, um…planned it.” My voice sounded unsure and I hated that. I sat up straighter. “When we got back together, we talked about it and decided we didn’t want to wait.”

“Things went a little quicker than we thought they would, but we’re happy about it.” Ian smiled at me. “Guess it was just meant to be.”

“Wait.” Simon laced his hands together and set them carefully on the table. “You guys have barely known each other what? Six months? And not only are you not married, but you’re just winging it and decided to have a baby? At least knocking her up by accident makes sense.”

My heart lurched. I knew the news would be a little weird for everyone, but not quite this bad.

“Hey. Careful there, brother. That’s the mother of my child you’re talking about.”

“Wow.” Simon stood and collected a few dishes of his own and followed Nick into the kitchen.

Margo looked down at her hands, then back up at me. “I think it’s wonderful. You’re young and full of energy. Because with that one, I’ll bet you will have your hands full.” Her smile was soft and sweet, not forced.

Yes, we’d kind of done everything backward, and no, we hadn’t exactly assumed we would get pregnant that fast. But Ian wasn’t wrong about it being meant. Then again, the odds had been pretty high with the level of sex going on at our place.