Very Merry Wingmen by Daisy Prescott

Author:Daisy Prescott [Prescott, Daisy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Daisy Prescott

CHAPTER NINE

Against my better judgment about good life choices, we return to Langley for the holiday stroll.

After parking, we meet up with John and Diane in her Pilates studio.

“You’re late,” John says. His dark eyes take in my wet hair and I swear he knows exactly why we’re late.

Ignoring him, I give Diane a half hug. Her baby beach ball is even bigger than Hailey’s.

“Are you still teaching?” I ask her.

John scowls, which makes me laugh. It probably makes me a bad friend to take joy from his discomfort, but I can’t help it. This is the role I play. I’m the court jester to his brooding prince.

“I’ll take Mr. Grumpy’s face as a yes,” I say to Diane.

“Doctor says it could help speed things up. My due date was two days ago and nothing’s happening down there yet. The baby’s dropped, but I’m barely dilated. If I don’t go into labor soon, they’ll induce next week.”

From the birthing class I know all too much about what she means. I’m thinking Olaf’s right about keeping some things a mystery. Like mucus plugs, blood, and poop.

While Hailey and Diane share details about their last doctors’ appointments, John and I stand in comfortable silence. Once again I’m reminded of the joy of being around my best friend, who never needs to fill a gap in conversation with words. I have a feeling quiet is going to be in short supply soon.

“Ready?” Hailey asks us, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“As ever,” I answer her. “Where’s Alene? Isn’t this whole night for the kiddies?”

“She’s with my aunt. Doing the hand-off on the corner.” John helps Diane with her blanket wrap. Like Hailey, there’s no way she could button anything over the belly. Honestly, it’s impressive how big they’ve gotten. Like Violet Beauregard in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Only not blue. Or a couple of those middle-aged men with the giant guts and skinny legs. Only sexy. And less hairy. For the most part.

Last week I shaved Hailey’s legs for her. I figured it would be the same as shaving my face, but it wasn’t. Like most things with women, it was more complicated. However, toilet paper is good for leg cuts, too. Another life lesson learned.

Bodies are weird. Over the last few months, I know I’ve put on a few pounds. I run a hand down my own abs, thankful they’re still there. No dad bod for me yet. Sneaking a glance at John, I try to tell if he’s growing a man gut, but his thick red and black plaid jacket makes it hard to tell what’s him and what’s artificial padding.

Dan’s older than us and doesn’t have a dad bod. This gives me hope that it’s not an automatic given.

“What are you thinking about?” Hailey tucks her gloved hand in mine.

“Dad bods.”

“Is that why you’re eyeing your best friend like he’s smuggling something under his coat?” Her voice is quiet, and filled with amusement.

“A lot of men gain weight with pregnancy.

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