Broken Dreams (Broken 2)

“Reed, come on. Public sex…while pregnant. We’ve got this!”

My mouth dropped open. “We already did that. In the nightclub, remember?”

“Not while I was this pregnant. This pushes that one out the door.”

I started to walk off. “No, Courtney. I’m not fucking you while you are eight months pregnant in the hospital where our best friends are having th

eir first baby.”

She started following me and said, “Well, when you put it like that…”

I smiled as we headed back to the waiting room. All I could think about was how I wanted nothing more than to find an empty room and give her exactly what she needed.

Reed had his hand on my stomach as we both watched in amazement while an elbow moved across one side to the other side of my stomach. We both looked at each other and started giggling.

“Oh God, I can’t wait to see her.”

“Or him,” Reed said with a smirk.

I let out another chuckle and said, “Or him.”

Reed kissed me on the cheek as he picked my legs up and scooted out from under them. “Want something to drink?” he asked as Gracie jumped up with excitement.

Reed about busted his ass as he tried to maneuver around the twelve-week-old black lab he’d bought me the weekend Taylor was born. I smiled when I thought about Whit holding her daughter and how happy she was. I swore that Layton and Whitley had hardly left the house ever since they brought Taylor home.

“Damn it, Gracie. We are not playing again,” Reed said as he jumped over her.

I smiled and watched them walk into the kitchen. “What’s it going to be like when we have two babies in the house?” I called out.

Reed let out a moan. “Oh, I totally forgot. My mom told me to tell you that she has that baby blanket she ordered you.”

I would have jumped up and screamed if I wasn’t so pregnant. I hugged myself and let out an inner scream.

“Why did you have her order it?”

Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit! “Um…I don’t remember why I had her order it. I think I had left my purse in the car or something, and she just took care of it. I already paid her back for it though.”

I attempted to get up off the sofa, so I could grab my cell phone. “Reed? Will you cut me up an apple, please?”

I heard a loud crash, and Reed yelled out Gracie’s name.

“Sure, babe!”

I waddled my way over to my cell phone and quickly sent Reed’s mom, Melanie, a text message.

Courtney: Melanie, OMG! Did you get it?

I wasn’t surprised when she texted me back almost immediately.

Melanie: Yes. What does OMG mean? Anyway, I have it, and it looks amazing. The colors are beautiful, Courtney. Reed is going to love it. Should I have Paul bring it over?

Courtney: Yes! If he doesn’t mind. I’d love to hang it in the baby’s room and see how long it takes Reed to notice it. Oh…OMG means, oh my God or oh my gosh…however you want to say it.

Melanie: Why not just say, oh my God?

Courtney: OMG is faster!

Melanie: Dear Lord.