I get up to move closer to the action. Plus, I don’t need to hear about Hailey and Aiden’s sexy adventures. Trust me. I’ve heard them in Hailey’s office more times than should be allowed already.
“You want to put those numbskulls out of their misery and tell them who you chose?” Pops asks in a booming voice and everyone settles down.
My eyes widen. “Did you already choose someone? But you didn’t tell me! What’s all the bs about not having picked a date yet?”
Phoebe giggles. “Like I would have picked someone without letting you know. You’re my maid of honor. Well, one of my maids of honor.” She looks up at Ryker. “I can have two maids of honor, can’t I?”
“You can have whatever you want, Princess,” he declares before bending forward to kiss her.
I squeal and push them apart. I also cause two chairs to go crashing to the floor but who cares about some stupid chairs when I’ve just been named maid of honor?
I squeeze Phoebe’s hands as I jump up and down. “I’m your maid of honor!”
Hailey scowls. “What? You picked Suzie over me? You know she’s going to trip on her way down the aisle and end up mooning everyone in the church, don’t you?”
“I’m not a klutz!” Lie. I’m totally a klutz, although not as much of a klutz as these two think I am. But my actual klutziness level is my little secret.
“You’re both my maids of honor,” Phoebe explains as Hailey glowers at her.
“Took the wind right of your sails, didn’t she?” For good measure, I stick out my tongue at Hailey.
My eyes widen and I clap when I realize, “We get to walk down the aisle together then!”
Hailey bows her head. “Oh great, I’m going to end up rolling down the aisle.”
“What?” Pops stops next to her. “Roll down the aisle? Are you pregnant?”
“Hailey’s pregnant!” Sid shouts, although there’s no need to shout. The word pregnant has everyone in the place freezing with their mouths gaping open.
“I’m going to be a grandpa!” Pops’ chest puffs out and a smile covers his face from ear to ear.
“This is news to me,” Aiden says as he puts his arm around his fiancé and kisses her forehead. “Something you need to tell me, Hails?”
“Yes.” A muscle in Aiden’s jaw starts to tick. He wasn’t expecting her to say yes. This is awesome.
“I’m going to be an aunt,” I shout. I can’t wait. I love children. I want a whole bunch of them, but me and children? Not happening. You need a man for the whole procreating part and I’m off men – forever. But an aunt? Awe-some!
“Before you start planning my baby shower, I’m not pregnant.”
Aiden exhales in obvious relief, and I deflate.
“This morning was a complete waste. We didn’t pick who will walk Phoebe down the aisle and now I’m not going to be an aunt. Barkeep! I need a cold one!”
“Way to make this all about you,” Hailey mutters. I ignore her. Of course, her having a baby is all about me. Is she not keeping up?
I settle on a barstool and Grayson takes the seat next to me. Pops plops two drafts in front of us and winks before heading down to the other side of the bar.
“Your family is crazy,” Grayson mutters before taking a slug of beer.
“I know. Don’t you love them?”
He taps his fingers on the bar as if he’s seriously considering my question. “Actually, I kind of do.”
My heart starts to pound in my chest at the idea he means me. I tell it to calm the eff down. He means the uncles and Pops. Not fall on her ass and end up doing the splits me. Bummer. Wait. What? Not. A. Bummer. I don’t want a man, remember? Oh, yeah. Sometimes I forget.