Roomie Wars Box Set
My phone beeps in my lap, the notification gracing my screen, and no surprises it’s Mr. Overbearing.
Drew: Did you take a rain poncho? What if it rains and you get pneumonia?
Me: It’s indoors… take a chill pill.
Drew: Oh. What about your vitamins? Did you take them today?
Me: Yes, doctor. I also bent over, and the nice doctor stuck something in my ass. I think I’m
good for today. Thank you for your concern.
Drew: You’re an annoying wife. Have fun.
With a satisfied smile, I place my phone into my small sequined purse and zip it shut.
“Let me guess, Doctor Drew disapproves that his wife is partying hard at a concert,” Mia teases.
“Mia, he’s getting on my nerves. Mom and he are shopping for breast pumps together. Does that not scream awkward? They’re both driving me insane.”
“Um… yes. God, he’s really taking this ‘daddy’ gig to another level. Why don’t you just talk to him and tell him to back off a little, you know, give you space to take it all in? You’re having twins for Christ’s sake. And by the way, do we know what we’re having?”
“I’m only sixteen weeks. We have a scan in a few weeks. I want to find out to be prepared, and Drew wants a surprise. Argh, the man drives me up the wall.”
“It’s a nice problem to have.”
“I’m sorry, Mia, I shouldn’t be—” I decide to cut myself off. Keep this big mouth of mine shut. Mia and Troy have spent the last year trying for baby number two, but nothing is happening. She constantly reassures me she’s fine to talk about it, but I know it’s hard. Me and my stupid big mouth need to shut up, but it doesn’t erase the fact that I’m showing, so no matter what, I’m the giant elephant in the room.
“Hey, don’t worry about me, okay? We have to celebrate you,” she reassures me while placing her hand on my shoulder.
“I don’t want to celebrate me. I want to celebrate the fact that Bananarama hasn’t reunited since forever and will be belting out Love in the First Degree. Oh my God, I love that song. I used to sing it in my room and pretend I was singing it to this boy I liked. He was so cute and everything you imagined your first crush should be,” I say out loud, daydreaming.
Mia giggles. “I bet you Facebook stalk him?”
“Duh, a few years back. He’s still single but has a kid, I think. Actually, I’m not sure. I was trying to read the comments of this post with him holding a baby but then got distracted by his sister’s profile, and all of a sudden, I’m stalking her twenty-first birthday party and Googling the venue they had the party at because the table settings looked amazing.”
“And… what does he look like now?”
I shrug my shoulders. “He ain’t no hot doctor.”
“You do have a very handsome man as your husband. I’ll give you that.” She laughs, turning the wheel as we find a spot straight away. “We’re here.”
Both of us let out an excited squeal before locking the car and making our way to the main entrance. We have an hour to kill, so we grab some subs from Subway before hitting the bar.
“I feel terrible for drinking,” Mia admits.
“Please don’t. If it were reversed, I’d be doing a round of shots and fighting security to climb on the stage.”
She drops her hand over my shoulders and squeezes me tight. “I love you. You’re amazing.”
Our seats are nothing short of the best. Third from the front and smack bam in the middle, so we have a close-up view of everything. The concert opens up with Tiffany, and from the beginning to the very end I’m on my feet, dancing and singing along to every song and forgetting about all my stupid problems.
It’s one of the greatest nights of my life.
Three hours later, I’m beat.
Resting my head on Mia’s shoulder, I make the mistake of leaning on her for support. My feet begin to ache, my toes crippling inside my ballet flats as the reality of all the stomping surfaces.
“Time to call it a night. I’m so partied out I can barely walk to the car.” I yawn.