“Thanks, man.”
“No problem, Brady.”
We went into the studio. Brandt had instruments set up, so I found my way behind the drum kit, pulling my favorite drumsticks from my back pocket, before settling in.
Once we were all in place, Brendan opened his notebook and we began working on a couple new songs. One in particular stuck with me…
I’m never more alive than when I’m with you
Near you
In you
The way you watch me when you think I don’t know
The way you love me
Like I was meant to be by your side
Like I’m your everything
The funny thing was, that while Brendan was singing the lyrics he wrote for Bronagh, all I could think about was Ming.
The way she watched me and the way she made me feel.
I was beginning to realize that she’d come to mean more to me than any woman ever had, and I was terrified I’d fuck it all up.
Chapter Twenty-Eight ~ Ming
Who knew baby showers were so much fun?
First of all, Cass went balls out on the decorations. She’d gone with a Peter Rabbit-themed shower, and asked everyone to bring their favorite children’s book to give to little baby O’Malley. The colors were sweet and neutral for either gender, and Brady’s living room was transformed into a pretty-looking garden.
She did it all in under an hour. Seriously, Cass was a magician.
Then, Gaby showed up with the most gorgeous desserts and cake. All white, pristine, and perfect. She even used books to display the cake.
I didn’t do such a bad job with the games. We played a Price is Right game, a Celebrity Name Game, Mad Libs, and Nursery Rhymes, but my favorites were the ones that had everyone involved and laughing their asses off.
“Okay, this one is called, Name That Poop,” I called out with a giggle, that last glass of champagne making me feel real good.
Everyone grabbed a diaper from the center of the table, and a series of groans hit the room when they began opening the diapers up.
“That’s fucking disgusting.”
“Sasha, language!”
“Shelly, there aren’t any children here, unless you’re saying I have to watch my mouth in front of Bronagh’s pregnant belly … Jeez.”
“Sorry, habit.”
I laughed as Gwen walked around the room, snapping pictures of the ladies smelling the oddly shaped mounds of brown and green piles in their diapers. Sasha let out a gagging sound when Gaby stuck her tongue out to taste her mystery pile.
“Is that legal?” Victoria asked, as Bronagh fell to her side in a fit of laughter.
“I’ll allow it,” I replied with a grin, then looked through my notes to see what games we had left.
Name the baby animal v