“Sounds like a good plan,” he says, smiling approvingly.
“Are you sure that’s okay? I pretty much just chose my own work schedule,” I tell him, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s fine. I hired another part-time girl, so just let me know what days you want, and she can do the others,” he says, winking at me.
“Pretty sure that’s favouritism,” I say, laughing.
“Perks of being the boss,” he says, pouring me a juice and sliding it over to me.
“Thanks,” I say, taking a sip. He pours his own drink, a beer. “So, you ready to be an uncle?” I ask.
He spits out his beer. “The f**k you say?”
I burst out laughing at his scared expression. “Uncle Aiden. You’re one of my good friends, and you’re dating my sister; it’s only logical.”
He shakes his head at me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Uncle Aiden it is.”
“I’ve seen you with Bella, remember. You’re amazing with kids,” I tell him. He blushes, and I laugh even harder.
“I wanted to say thank you,” I say, looking up at him as my laughter subsides.
“For what?”
“For what? For everything! Giving me a job, being here when I need someone. And now you’ve taken on my sister. Seriously—you’re my hero.”
He grins impishly. “Don’t get all fan girl on me, Paris.”
“Oh, please, I haven’t even heard your emo music,” I say, referring to his old band.
He laughs. “It was pretty emo.”
I lean over the counter and kiss him on the cheek. “I choose to work Mondays and Wednesdays. I’ll see you then.”
He wipes his cheek and nods.
*****
“You’re having a baby!” Anaya screams, not for the first time.
“Don’t go getting any ideas,” Paul mutters from next to her.
“Shut up, Paul,” she replies, pulling out her phone and writing a list of things she wants to buy me.
“She doesn’t even have a bump yet! And you want to go shopping already?” he asks, looking at her like she’s crazy.
“So?” Anaya says, rolling her eyes. “How are you feeling?” she asks, turning her attention to me.
“I’m okay, a bit of nausea but nothing I can’t handle,” I tell her. Grayson chuckles, probably remembering my ‘I’m going to die’ comments.
“I think I’m still in shock,” she says, pulling me in for a hug. “I’m always here if you need me.”
“I know and thank you,” I tell her, feeling emotional at the show of support.
“Don’t worry everyone. I’m here!” London calls out as she walks into the house.
“What is that?” I ask her, eyeing the very large cake in her hands.
“Well, since we’re celebrating,” she says, placing the cake down on the table in front of us.
It has ’Congratulations’ written in white icing, with a picture of a sperm underneath. There is a speech bubble above the sperm that says ‘I won.’ She is such a weirdo. I shake my head at her, hug her, and thank her. Then I hug Aiden, until Grayson pulls me away and sits me on his lap. Leah and Jake come over, along with Grayson’s other friends, Daniel and Nathan. Diamond shows up too, telling me how happy she was that I turned down the offer. Grayson stares at me after that, wanting an explanation.
“They wanted me to dance at an event for ten grand,” I say.
“No way in hell,” he growls, face turning stormy.
“I know,” I say. “I said no. I have a baby to think about now, and I want him or her to be proud of me.”
His eyes soften. “You’re going to be an amazing mother, Paris.”
“And a MILF!” London calls out, eavesdropping on our conversation.
Grayson laughs. “And a MILF,” he says into my ear.
I slap his chest. “You’re lucky I love you.”
His expression turns serious. “Don’t I know it.”
His lips come down on mine, and all of our friends cheer.
Who would ever think that I would get a happy ending?
Epilogue
“Don’t even think about trying to name her Edinburgh or Dublin or something,” Grayson says to me as he stares down at our perfect bundle of joy. His parents just left after visiting. They weren’t too thrilled with us when they found out, but I can tell they fell in love with her just as much as we have.
“What?” I ask, laughing.
“Paris, London… That’s as far as the names of places go,” he says, kissing our daughter’s nose.
I laugh harder. “I had no plan of naming her … Edinburgh or something,” I manage to get out.
“Good,” he stares down at her in wonder. His eyes are the softest I’ve ever seen them. He’s in love with her. It’s the most beautiful thing to see. I take a picture of them with my camera, capturing the moment. “What do you want to name her?”
“I want to give her my mother’s name as her middle name, so Ivy Kate. What do you think?” I ask.
A smile spreads across his lips. “It’s perfect. Ivy,” he says softly. I look down at our daughter. She has Grayson’s dark hair and eyes, but my features. Her little pink lips open as she starts to cry.
“I think our princess is hungry,” he says, gently putting her in my lap. “She’s so perfect, Paris. She’s just…”