Thea
20 Weeks Pregnant
Baby is the size of a small artichoke
Finally, after weeks of plans falling through, we’re finally on our way to have dinner at Rae and Cade’s apartment.
Xander holds my hand as he drives, and the baby does flips in my stomach. At least, it feels like that’s what she’s doing. Maybe she’s going to be a gymnast.
Xander glances over at me and smiles.
“What?” I ask, looking back at him.
His smile grows. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have such a gorgeous, funny, amazing wife.”
I snort. “You’re not getting laid tonight.”
He laughs. “Telling you you’re beautiful has nothing to do with wanting to get laid, sweetheart. I’m just being honest.”
“Well, in that case, lay on the compliments.”
He shakes his head. “I love that I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth.”
“I can’t have you getting bored,” I joke.
We arrive at Rae and Cade’s apartment and Xander parks the truck on the street.
I hop out and he comes around so we can head inside the building together.
Rae and Cade’s apartment is a couple blocks from Jace and Nova’s, so they live close enough to hang out regularly if they want, unlike Xander and me who live way out in the suburbs. At first I wondered if we made the right decision, but with the baby coming I know getting a house was definitely the best decision.
The inside of the building is simple and contemporary—lots of whites and low couches.
Xander takes my hand and leads me to the elevator. We step inside and he pushes the button for their level.
“I wouldn’t like this,” I mumble. “It’s like living in a hotel.”
He sighs, looking around at the shiny silver interior of the elevator. “Yeah, I don’t like it either. I like having a home.”
The doors slide open and we step out into the hall.
Xander leads me down it and we stop outside 403.
He knocks on the door and a moment later Cade swings it open. He holds a beer and he waves it around.
“Come in, welcome to our home.”
We step inside and immediately to our right is a small galley kitchen. It has a gray cabinets and shiny white counters. An island extends into the living room with two stools. There’s a small couch, one chair, a TV, and not much else.
There’s a hall leading to a bathroom and their bedroom, and that’s it.
“It’s … cute,” I say, trying to interject some excitement into my voice.
Rae comes out of the bedroom, gathering her hair over one shoulder. “Oh, good, you guys are here. Nova just called and said they’d be here soon. Dinner’s ready, so once they get here we can eat.”
I want to ask where we’re going to eat since there’s not even a table, but I bite my tongue.
“The place is nice,” I say instead.