Birthquake by B.L. Berry

Author:B.L. Berry [Berry, B.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-18T18:30:00+00:00

“Thanks again for coming with me today,” I say on the drive back home.

“It’s no big deal. Really.”

“I know, but you have triplets. And I know I’ve been bogarting a lot of your time lately.”

“Shut it! You’re my best friend. And we finally have proof that you put out. Besides, The Three Musketeers are busy raising hell at their Nana’s house right now. Cam says it’s payback for all the times his folks grounded him growing up. His mom always threatened that she hoped one day he’d have a son as ornery and rambunctious as him. She got her wish — three fold. And she has to pay her dues for bringing that mayhem into our lives.”

I smile weakly. “Well, it took us long enough, but I think we’ve got it all covered.” At least I hope we do. In spite of all the wisdom imparted by my best friend, useless advice from my family, and all of the What You Need lists in the pregnancy books I own, I still feel ill-prepared.

“It was a productive four hours.”

I still can’t believe it took that long. When I wasn’t busy having a pity party in the middle of the store, Tara was busy detailing the best diaper rash creams and looking up reviews on car seats, rectal thermometers, and breast pumps. She went so far as to demonstrate the difference between an electric pump and a hand pump (over the clothes, of course) and garnered the attention of the few dads-to-be in the store.

“Hopefully we’ve put enough stuff on here for your baby shower. Your mom had me invite a stupid amount of people.”

Of course she did. Because only my mother would find a way to make this day about her. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, people tend to buy you stuff they think they want anyway. The registry is merely a suggestion.”

Tara laughs. “Spoken like a true passive aggressive woman. If I recall, you bought me a bottle of wine and a wine glass with a spill-proof lid that said, ‘Mommy’s Sippy Cup’ for my shower.”

“Hey now! I bought a truckload of diapers, too. Besides, you love that cup.”

Tara looks away from the road to me and smiles. “That’s true. The glass does kick some serious ass. Jack once knocked it off the coffee table, and it saved the beige carpet underneath from a bottle of cabernet I had been saving for a special occasion. That special occasion just so happened to be a random Tuesday afternoon.”

We drive in silence for a few minutes longer.

“Thanks again for planning a baby shower for me, T. It really means a lot.”

“Anything for you, my friend. Anything for you.”

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