“I just don’t think orange is my color,” Ally interjects.
“It’s not. You’re more of a violet or blue or teal. I love you in teal,” Stella gushes, hugging her now sister-in-law.
Jesus.
This is insane.
But hell if I don’t love these girls.
Chapter 3
Shelli
I rub my sister’s little belly, ignoring her annoyance.
“Are you going to do this my whole pregnancy?”
I nod with no cares. “Yup.”
“Wonderful,” she mutters as she leans on her hand, eyeing me. She has a large glass of water beside her, along with Amelia’s, but somehow Ally got Amelia and Stella on the dance floor with her. The Florida Georgia Line House is pretty impressive. It’s a nice, cool summer night, so the outside bar is the spot to be. It’s low-key but still a party. I didn’t want to overwhelm Posey and Amelia. I bet it’s hard growing a baby, and it takes a lot out of them. Especially with Posey already losing one pregnancy. I don’t want to overexert her with the craziness that Broadway can bring. This may not be the bachelorette party I always imagined, but in a way, it’s more than I could ever ask for.
“Are you sure we can’t name him Boonsey?”
My sister’s eyes narrow to slits. “Absolutely not. Don’t encourage Boon on that either!” she warns, and I giggle.
“But it’s fun to smush names together. I’m the product of one—Elli and Shea, Shelli.”
She gives me a dry look. “I know, but I refuse to do that to my son. He needs a strong name. Boon doesn’t want a Boon Jr., so I don’t know yet. Maybe a Shea Jr.”
I grin. Boon and Posey tried to keep the sex of the baby a secret, but after a proud daddy post on Instagram by Boon with his growing son’s penis on display for the world, easy to say, everyone knew. Posey also took away his Instagram. Really funny, but knowing she might name her son after our dad… Wow. “Dad would cry.”
“I know,” she says, rubbing her belly now.
“What about Boon’s middle name?” I suggest, and she shrugs.
“I love Zachariah, but he doesn’t. Maybe Zac Shea?”
“Ooh, I love that.”
She beams. “Me too. I’ll need to run it by him. We have time, though.”
“You do, but it already seems like it’s going so fast.”
Posey’s eyes glisten. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
“I can’t either. I’m going to spoil him rotten.”
“Great…just what I need,” she teases, but there is nothing but love in my sister’s eyes for me. “We need to buy a house before he comes, but house hunting is exhausting.”
I nod. “I hear that. It’s a hassle, but Mom says it’s worth it in the end.”
“That’s what she told us. I don’t know… I’d rather work on plays and stuff than look for houses. Plus, I love my apartment.”
“No one says you have to buy a house, Pose. If you want to stay in the apartment, do it. You have an extra room.”
She smiles, nodding. “Yeah. I just figure, I’ve got the husband, the baby…I need the house.”
“There are no rules or guidelines for being an adult. It’s your choice. Whatever you want. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”
“I’m in awe of you,” she says after a second. “Really. You just do what you want and don’t care what others think. It’s amazing.”
I shrug. “I know everyone thinks I’m so young to have lived so much, but those years in New York aged me. I learned a lot, and one of those things is I won’t hold on to anyone’s opinions of me. Take the wedding, for example. I know everyone thinks it’s over the top, thinks I’m crazy for wasting all this money and time for a one-day thing, but this is Aiden’s and my day. It’s a celebration of our love, and my feelings for him are over the top and crazy. It’s going to be simply amazing, and I could not care less who thinks I’m stupid for it.”
She scrunches up her face. “No one thinks you’re stupid. Just a little crazy.”
“I don’t care,” I laugh, leaning into her, pressing my hand on her thigh. “’Cause it’s our day. It’ll be the second-best day of my life.”
Posey’s eyes dance. “The first?”
“The day Aiden told me he loved me.”
She nods. “I would have said your first day onstage on Broadway.”
I shake my head. “Nothing can ever compare to the day Aiden told me he loved me.”
Tears fill my sister’s eyes. “I’m so happy for you, and I promise I’ll stop calling the wedding a circus.” Laughter bubbles inside me as she leans into me. “Also, all this, everything you’ve just said, your passion, is why you’re my favorite sibling.”
I chuckle as I wrap my arms around her neck, kissing her temple. It’s hard to believe she’s pregnant and married. As much as I wanted it for her, I really didn’t think it would happen. She never wanted to play house or with dolls growing up. She was playing in the garage with the boys and our dad. The idea of her with a man was almost laughable, but then seeing her with Boon, it gives me chills with how perfect it is. They’re so in love, and I couldn’t ask for a better man for my sister. I love the woman she is when she is loved by him.