“Do you know how lucky you are to get to eat this stuff every day?” I say as I stuff my mouth full of chocolate gooiness. “I usually get fast food for breakfast.”
“Of course I know how lucky I am,” he snaps, snatching up a cookie himself. “I think about it all the damn time.”
I raise my hands up. “Whoa. Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to push a button.”
He blows out a breath as he slumps down on a stool by the counter. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go all mad crazy on you.” He lowers his head into his hands. “I’m just stressed out about shit.”
I take another bite of the cookie. “Is this about the marriage thing?”
His head whips up, his face draining of color. “How did you know about that?”
“Ella told me.”
“But how did she know about it?”
I break off a corner of one of the cookies and pop it into my mouth. “Um, because you guys are always fighting about it.”
“Wait? What marriage thing are you talking about?”
“Well, I was talking about how you two are always arguing over marriage.” I lick off a glob of melted chocolate from my hand. “But now I’m starting to wonder if it’s something else.”
If it’s possible, he looks even paler. “Can I show you something?” he asks intensely.
I briefly hesitate. “Depends on what that something is. Because you have this weird look on your face that’s kind of creeping me out.”
“Come on, man. I’m being serious.” He pushes back from the counter and stands up from the seat. “I need to show somebody something; otherwise, I’m going to fucking lose my goddamn mind.”
“Oh, fine.” I scarf down the rest of the cookie. “I’ll let you pile your secret on me, just as long as you tell me why Lila took Ella to the doctor this morning.”
He shrugs as we walk out of the kitchen. “Beats the shit out of me.” He pauses in front of the stairway. “Wait. I think Lila said something about going to town and doing something.”
I grip at the railing. “Like what?”
“That, I can’t help you with.” He starts up the stairs.
“Well, that doesn’t help much,” I say as I trudge after him.
“Sorry, but it’s all I got.” He turns right when we reach the top of the stairway and heads down the hallway toward his bedroom. “The two of them are literally driving me crazy, man. I mean, I love Lila, and Ella is okay sometimes, but”—he glances over his shoulder at me as he pushes open the bedroom door—“I spend all my time with the two of them, and I’m starting to go nuts with all their girlie crap.”
“Don’t you have any other guys to hang out with?” I ask as he enters his bedroom.
He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, because my sparkling personality gets me so many friends.”
I laugh while I wander in after him, glancing around his room at the photos of Lila and him on the wall. The two of them have gotten to spend so much time together that it makes me feel jealous. No more, though. No more missing birthdays, anniversaries, or holidays.
“Well, I might be around a little bit more.”
His brows elevate as he opens the top dresser drawer. “Really? You get Mike to ease up on the touring or something?”
I shake my head. “I can’t really say anything for sure yet. I have to talk to Ella about stuff first.”
“Well, I hope it works out that you aren’t gone all the time,” he says as he reaches into the drawer. “For her sake and mine.”
I open my mouth to retort a funny comeback about him being needy, but once I catch sight of what he has in his hand, my humor vanishes. “You really have lost your damn mind, haven’t you?”
He looks absolutely horrified as he nods. “I think I’m in deep shit.”
Chapter 5
Ella
Christmas tunes play from the car stereo, promising happy days of holiday joy ahead. I wonder if I’ll ever feel happy again after what was just revealed to me in one of the stale smelling rooms at the doctor’s office.
“Oh, my God, I hope it’s a girl,” Lila says excitedly as we drive down the freeway toward our subdivision. “Then we get to dress her up in cute, little dresses.”
I scrunch my nose. “No dresses.” I picture a little, baby girl with blonde hair and green eyes, punked out in black pants, boots, and maybe a shirt with a skeleton. Then I shake my head. What the hell am I doing?
“Stop talking about the sex. I’m still trying to process what just happened.”
She bites down on her lip as she veers into the next lane and then down the exit ramp. “But you have to admit it, shopping for a girl would be so cool,” she sputters out, unable to contain her enthusiasm for more than five seconds. “We should totally stop by a store right now.”
“No way.” I chew on my thumbnail, trying not to panic, but suppressing my anxiety is becoming more complicated by the second.
The doctor confirmed the tests. I’m pregnant. My body is now home to a mini me. Oh, my God, I think I’m going to puke again.
I clutch at my stomach. “I just want to get home.”
“Oh, fine, you party pooper.” She sulks. “But I will shop for it sooner or later, even if it’s a boy.” She releases a deafening exhale then mutters, “It’ll probably be my only chance, anyway.”
“Fuck.” I suddenly feel like such a jerk. “I’m so sorry, Lila. I didn’t even think about how you were trying and then”—I motion my hand in the direction of my stomach—“this happens.”
“Ella, let’s get one thing straight,” she says, gripping the wheel. “I’m super happy for you, regardless of what’s going on with me.”
“But you’re sad,” I note as I slip my sunglasses on to block out the sunlight reflecting through the window. “I can see it in your eyes that you are.”
She sucks in a slow inhale as her gaze remains glued to the road. “I just worry that it’s not ever going to happen for me.”
“Having a baby?”
“That, and that I’ll end up a middle-aged, single woman living with my cat named Chester that I talk to out loud.”
“Lila, Ethan’s not ever going to leave you.”