Trixsters Anonymous

“You know what I mean.”

“I know.” She continues to laugh. “I can’t believe it either. I haven’t taken a test, but if I do the math, I think it happened in Miami.”

“MIAMI?”

“Yes, I’ve been reading a lot this morning online and with my symptoms and the timeline, Miami would make sense.”

I’m so stunned by the information; my mind starts spinning.

“Walker, are you okay?”

“Yes, just trying to soak it all in. Didn’t you have a period last month?”

“I thought so, but thinking back, it wasn’t normal.”

“Oh.”

“Are you upset?”

I jump out of bed and reach in my bag for a pair of shorts, slipping them on in one swoop. Without answering her, I throw a shirt over my head and grab my keys from the dresser.

“Walker, what are you doing?” Her voice cracks, and I realize my mistake, so I leap back on the bed and pull her into my arms.

“I’m not mad. I’m ecstatic. I’m going to the store right now to buy a test.”

“Shouldn’t I go with you?”

“No, you’re lying in bed. I’ll be back in ten minutes. Then we’ll take the test together to confirm.”

She flashes me a blinding smile and nods eagerly, kissing me quickly.

I leave her sitting there, my heart racing. Without a test, I know the answer. This may have happened a lot quicker than we expected, but it’s happening.

Like I told Thomas, this is my lucky year.

1 year later

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“I always thought the bride and groom were supposed to be the center of attention at weddings,” Marcus complains.

“Are you jealous of a baby?” I raise an eyebrow and take a sip of my whiskey to hide my grin.

“Little rascal has stolen the spotlight.”

Across the room, I watch the crowd of women gushing over my son in Emi’s arms. He’s smiling and pumping his hands in the air, putting on a show.

“Don’t worry. My parents are taking Gavin home shortly.”

“I have to admit, that baby tuxedo is a cool touch.”

“Your wife is the one who insisted he wear it. Emi told me Maren had it specially made to match ours.”

“Yeah, I saw that bill.”

“Let him show it off to the ladies for a bit and stop scowling.”

He takes a sip of his own drink. “Can you believe this? We’re standing here, married men, and you a father. Who’d have thought this would be our lives two years ago?”