more.
She looks a little put out, but then immediately tries another tactic. “What does Logan want?”
“I, um…I don’t know,” I say honestly. How does Logan feel about having children, I suddenly wonder. “We haven’t spoken about that,” I add.
“Don’t you think you should ask, seeing as you’re practically engaged?” she pushes.
“We’ve only been together a few weeks,” I remind her pointedly.
“Is he good with children?” Amber asks, her enthusiasm growing again.
Grinning, I admit, “I’ve no idea, Amber. I guess I’ll find out when his family arrives this week. I’ll get to meet his niece.”
“His family is visiting?” she shrieks suddenly.
“Uh, yes. Is that OK with you?” I ask sarcastically.
“For fuck’s sake, Gem, you tell me nothing ! Must I resort to putting a wire on you? When are we meeting them?
Giggling, I tell her, “ I ’ m meeting them on Wednesday evening. You will not be in attendance.”
“That displeases me,” she says formally, and then thinks things through, concluding, “Hmm, so if you don’t know Logan’s stance on children, then there might be a chance,” she decides. “Perhaps I could team up with his mother?” she plots. “They always want more grandchildren.”
I grin at her audacity, giving up the fight. There’s no use fighting Amber, she’s more persistent than anyone else I know. Except, maybe, Logan. He did persist with his feelings for me, something he confessed to me the last time I was sat at this table. I gaze around the cafe, suddenly suspicious that it may contain magical powers — the most amazing things are revealed here.
I take her hand again. “ Amber ,” I breathe, “I’m in shock, I can’t believe it!”
“Hopefully I’ll have the pictures to prove it on Wednesday afternoon,” she says.
“Pictures?” Of her and Seamus doing it ?
“Yes, I’m booked for an ultrasound,” she tells me.
“Oh,” I nod. Head out of the gutter , Gem .
Abruptly, Amber looks a little worried by the prospect, and I know why — it was during her three month checkup last year that she and Seamus were told the horrid news that there was no longer a heartbeat and that she’d miscarried. That was the saddest I’ve ever seen her, and something I desperately hope to never see again.
“It’ll be—”
“I know, I know,” Amber says hurriedly, cutting me off, and picking herself up before I can finish my sentence. “It feels different this time,” she says hopefully. “I’m not as scared as I thought I’d be, and Seamus is being very positive, too…so,” she shrugs, “time will tell.”
I give her a small, excited smile and nod in response. Wednesday it is , I think. “I need to message Seamus,” I realise, diving my hand into my bag to retrieve my mobile phone. Spying the time on my home screen, it’s reluctantly that I say to Amber, “I have to get to work soon, baby momma.”
She smiles broadly at her new name, as I type hurriedly:
*Congratulations, baby daddy! Best news ever x*
I go to put my phone back into my bag, when I spot the piece of paper that Buddy wrote his note and drew his drawing on lying in there, and I immediately start giggling once more. I must’ve shoved it in my bag this morning. Pulling it out, I hand it to Amber, who curiously accepts it, her eyes and mouth opening wide when she sees what’s on there.
“I don’t know if I’ve told you, doll, but you and Logan’s best friend, Buddy, are in competition for who can deliver us the best sexual present. After your gift of mirrors, Buddy was determined to better you, and this morning we found his attempt,” I smile.
Humour overcomes Amber’s face as she reads Buddy explanation under his drawing. “Dammit, a sex swing is good,” she then laments.
“Is it?” I question her. I’m not so sure. “I don’t think you can do as many things in a swing as you can do with the mirrors,” I muse. My mind starts showing me gratifying images
She looks a little put out, but then immediately tries another tactic. “What does Logan want?”
“I, um…I don’t know,” I say honestly. How does Logan feel about having children, I suddenly wonder. “We haven’t spoken about that,” I add.
“Don’t you think you should ask, seeing as you’re practically engaged?” she pushes.
“We’ve only been together a few weeks,” I remind her pointedly.
“Is he good with children?” Amber asks, her enthusiasm growing again.
Grinning, I admit, “I’ve no idea, Amber. I guess I’ll find out when his family arrives this week. I’ll get to meet his niece.”
“His family is visiting?” she shrieks suddenly.
“Uh, yes. Is that OK with you?” I ask sarcastically.
“For fuck’s sake, Gem, you tell me nothing ! Must I resort to putting a wire on you? When are we meeting them?
Giggling, I tell her, “ I ’ m meeting them on Wednesday evening. You will not be in attendance.”
“That displeases me,” she says formally, and then thinks things through, concluding, “Hmm, so if you don’t know Logan’s stance on children, then there might be a chance,” she decides. “Perhaps I could team up with his mother?” she plots. “They always want more grandchildren.”
I grin at her audacity, giving up the fight. There’s no use fighting Amber, she’s more persistent than anyone else I know. Except, maybe, Logan. He did persist with his feelings for me, something he confessed to me the last time I was sat at this table. I gaze around the cafe, suddenly suspicious that it may contain magical powers — the most amazing things are revealed here.
I take her hand again. “ Amber ,” I breathe, “I’m in shock, I can’t believe it!”
“Hopefully I’ll have the pictures to prove it on Wednesday afternoon,” she says.
“Pictures?” Of her and Seamus doing it ?
“Yes, I’m booked for an ultrasound,” she tells me.
“Oh,” I nod. Head out of the gutter , Gem .
Abruptly, Amber looks a little worried by the prospect, and I know why — it was during her three month checkup last year that she and Seamus were told the horrid news that there was no longer a heartbeat and that she’d miscarried. That was the saddest I’ve ever seen her, and something I desperately hope to never see again.
“It’ll be—”
“I know, I know,” Amber says hurriedly, cutting me off, and picking herself up before I can finish my sentence. “It feels different this time,” she says hopefully. “I’m not as scared as I thought I’d be, and Seamus is being very positive, too…so,” she shrugs, “time will tell.”
I give her a small, excited smile and nod in response. Wednesday it is , I think. “I need to message Seamus,” I realise, diving my hand into my bag to retrieve my mobile phone. Spying the time on my home screen, it’s reluctantly that I say to Amber, “I have to get to work soon, baby momma.”
She smiles broadly at her new name, as I type hurriedly:
*Congratulations, baby daddy! Best news ever x*
I go to put my phone back into my bag, when I spot the piece of paper that Buddy wrote his note and drew his drawing on lying in there, and I immediately start giggling once more. I must’ve shoved it in my bag this morning. Pulling it out, I hand it to Amber, who curiously accepts it, her eyes and mouth opening wide when she sees what’s on there.
“I don’t know if I’ve told you, doll, but you and Logan’s best friend, Buddy, are in competition for who can deliver us the best sexual present. After your gift of mirrors, Buddy was determined to better you, and this morning we found his attempt,” I smile.
Humour overcomes Amber’s face as she reads Buddy explanation under his drawing. “Dammit, a sex swing is good,” she then laments.
“Is it?” I question her. I’m not so sure. “I don’t think you can do as many things in a swing as you can do with the mirrors,” I muse. My mind starts showing me gratifying images
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