“Avery’s going to have a little sibling,” I said, looking down at her belly where my hand was pressed against it.
“She is.”
Sage joined me in staring at her belly, absolute joy taking over every thought in my mind.
“She’s going to love them,” Sage said.
“For a million years,” I whispered, and brought my lips to hers.
Avery and this baby were already my entire world, Sage my universe, and that was all I needed.
Words couldn’t express how much that meant to me.
How much they meant to me.
We were a family.
Epilogue
Sage
Two weeks later…
“I’m honestly surprised it’s still alive,” Oakley said before taking a sip of her lemonade.
“Or that Bailey let you keep it,” I added.
Lettie kicked her feet up on the chair next to her. “What can I say? I’m a pro at this mom thing.”
Oakley snorted. “Mother to a goldfish.”
“It’s a title I wear with honor,” Lettie announced proudly, her chin held high in the air.
Stay-at-home mother of two and part-time baker would be the official title I held soon, and I was nervous as all get-out to tell my friends. We were just waiting for Brandy to show up, and then I could spill.
Callan and I had made the decision for me to quit my job at Bell Buckle Brews so I could be home with Avery and enjoy my pregnancy without the added stress. When the baby was born, I'd be able to stay home with them, too. On the side, I’d be taking on orders for baked goods from people around Bell Buckle. Charlotte and Lettie had already declared that I’d be catering every Bottom of the Buckle event, which I’d had no problem agreeing to. Lettie had also asked me to make her wedding cake, which would be nerve-wracking in itself, but I was up for the challenge.
Avery and I were slowly moving into Callan’s house, waiting to move the larger items until my lease was up in a couple months. Avery chose her room—the one she slept in the night of the fair. The baby would get the other one.
It felt surreal even thinking those words.
Our baby.
“Where is Brandy anyway?” Oakley asked, changing the topic.
Lettie shrugged. “Probably with some guy she met at the fair.”
“You think?” I didn’t peg Brandy to be the dating around type of girl.
“If she’s not, we need to set her up on a blind date,” Oakley said.
Lettie’s eyes popped wide, pointing at Oakley. “That is a brilliant idea.”
“But with who?” I couldn’t even begin to guess Brandy’s type.
Behind me, the front door opened, Callan appearing as he closed it. “Hey, guys.”
“Hey,” Lettie and Oakley said in unison.
He walked up behind me where I sat in the end chair at the dining table, wrapping a single arm around my shoulders as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. My hands instinctively wrapped around his forearm.
“I got your stuff,” he murmured against my hair.
“Thank you.”
“What stuff?” Lettie asked, eyeing the plastic bag in his other hand.
“Pickles and peanut butter.” It was currently the only thing I was craving aside from cheesy noodles, both of which I needed in abundance.
Lettie scrunched her nose in disgust as Oakley sent me a smile. From that look alone, I could tell that she knew. Lettie, on the other hand, was oblivious.
“Sounds like literal barf in my mouth,” Lettie said.
I shrugged. “Not everyone likes it.”
“Does anyone?” she questioned.
“Some women,” Oakley answered, doing her best to hide her knowing grin.
Callan dropped his arm, heading for the kitchen to put the items away.
“So, Cal, we’re trying to set Brandy up on a blind date,” Lettie said from her seat, looking over her shoulder at him.
He chuckled. “Good luck with that.”
Lettie crossed her arms. “I think she’d love it.”
He raised his eyebrows as he stuffed the peanut butter jar in the pantry. “I’m sure.”
“Do you have anyone we could set her up with?” I asked.
Callan closed the pantry door, moving to stand at the counter, crossing his own arms in thought.
There was a tense silence as he pondered who he could offer up, but instead of telling us the name that came to mind, he said, “I know just the guy.”
“Who?” Lettie asked, her voice rising in pitch at her excitement.
