Page 118 of Ruin The Friendship
“Want to go home?” He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses my lips once more.
“Don’t you want to go out with everyone?” I look around at the rest of the group, who are all smiles and excitement.
Fletcher shakes his head. “Nope. I’m tired and want some alone time with my girl before next weekend.”
“That sounds nice.” I’m ready for some time, just the two of us, before the baby shower and game on Sunday.
“Home?”
“Home.”
51
A LITTLE LADYBUG IS ON THE WAY
LYDIA
THIRTY WEEKS PREGNANT
“Oh my god, look at you!” Grace squeals as Fletcher and I enter the event space at the rink. “You really popped this week.”
I run a hand over my even bigger bump. “Yeah, it seems that way.”
“It’s sexy as hell.” Fletcher holds me close, rubbing a soothing hand up and down my arm.
I scoff. “I look like a beached whale, and I still have ten weeks left.”
Grace frowns. “Stop that. You look beautiful. This dress is stunning. Red is definitely your color.”
“Agreed,” Fletcher says, looking at me adoringly.
I blush furiously, glancing around the empty hall. “Are Mom and Dottie here yet?”
Grace winces, shaking her head. “Not yet. We haven’t heard from your mom, but Dottie called in a panic. Her car wouldn’t start, and she hit some traffic. But it’s fine. Everything is all set up.”
Fletcher squeezes my arm, and I sigh heavily. Yeah, I should have expected that my mom would be slacking on communication.
“How was dinner last night?” Grace asks in an obvious attempt to change the subject.
I cringe. “She was late for that, too.”
“I’m sorry. Was it okay otherwise?”
“It was awkward. She kept asking all these questions about where I plan to send the baby to school, if she’s going to go to private school since Fletcher could afford the admission fees, if she’s going to take Fletcher’s last name… the list goes on.” I wave my hand dramatically.
“It was an interesting night to say the least,” Fletcher says.
“Well, we are going to make today amazing.” Grace beams. “Want to come and see everything?”
“Yes!” I clap my hands together.
Grace leads us down the hall, where a red, pink, and black balloon arch is strung across the doorway. She opens the door to reveal a room decorated so beautifully that I hardly recognize it.
The tables are covered in alternating pink, red, and black tablecloths with beautiful floral arrangements in the center. There are cookies shaped like ladybugs and flowers, an assortment of cheese and crackers, and so much more. My eyes grow wide as I take every detail in, including the large, handmade banner that reads,‘A Little Ladybug is On The Way,’ with ‘Congratulations, Lydia,’ underneath.
Zoey stands up from the table she was arranging a few items at, beaming. “You look adorable,” she shouts, running and wrapping me in her arms.
I hug her back as I continue to take in all the details inthe room around me. It’s absolutely perfect, and everything I wanted.
