about you, Rach?”
Rachel kept her gaze on the piece of lace in her hand. “I’m good, but thanks.”
“You sure?” Arianne persisted. “It’s from that family winery in Dahlonega you love.”
“Yeah, but I’ve almost hot-glued my fingers together twice. Friends don’t let friends drink and glue. Maybe later.” Like in six and a half months.
An hour or so later, as Arianne popped a rented copy of The Wedding Singer into the DVD player, Quinn stretched and regretfully announced that she didn’t think she could stay much longer.
“I have to be at school at seven tomorrow to administer some makeup tests before winter break and the end of the grading period.” She shot an apologetic look at the bride. Since the two friends lived in adjoining houses, they’d driven over together. “I hate to cut the evening short.”
“Are you kidding? We’ve already decorated, like, two hundred and eighty bottles.” Lilah looked tickled pink by the progress. “You guys are amazing.”
“I can stick around and help for a little longer,” Arianne volunteered.
Rachel managed not to wince—she’d actually been hoping everyone would go and that she could shuffle off to bed. “That’s sweet, but you don’t have to. I can easily finish the few that are left tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Ari agreed readily enough, but stared at her for a moment as if she had more to say. She bided her time, though, until after the other women had left.
Rachel was stacking all the movies by Arianne’s purse when her sister-in-law asked from behind her, “So when are you due?”
“What?” Rachel jumped. “How— Why— Why would you …?”
Arianne rolled her eyes, but her grin was a mile wide. “Oh, that was a convincing denial.” She suddenly squealed, throwing her arms around Rachel’s shoulders. “I am so excited for you!”
Rachel blinked back tears. Even though it hadn’t been the plan, it felt pretty amazing to share the news with someone close to her. “Thank you.”
“Now go sit your pregnant butt down and tell me everything!”
“Um, other than what you’ve already surmised, I’m not sure what else there is to know.”
“Well, for starters, when are you due?” Arianne repeated. “When did you find out? Did you set up an elaborate romantic scene to tell David, or did you just kind of blurt it out because you were so excited or did he already suspect or—”
“Whoa. One question at a time. We haven’t known for very long at all. David was with me when I took the home pregnancy test. We got the results confirmed by the doctor, but we were waiting to tell people. Obviously.”
“I don’t think that’s gonna work out. No offense, but you and David don’t have poker faces. When I went to lunch with the two of you the other day, I knew something was up. For one thing, whenever one of you thought the other wasn’t looking, you were staring at each other.”
Rachel felt her face heat. “We were?”
“Oh, yeah. He was in such a great mood, too. But he’s also been tense lately. I get it now. He must be really happy but maybe worried about you and the baby all at the same time. Is everything all right?”
“So far. I mean, I’ve had a few dizzy spells, some nausea. Dr. McDermott assured us all that was normal. And I’ve been tired.”
“We noticed. You were practically falling asleep over your craft scissors, then you refused a glass of one of your favorite wines.”
“We noticed?”
Arianne bobbed her head. “I asked Lilah and Quinn if they thought you’d been feeling all right lately, and Lilah mentioned that you’d seemed less than a hundred percent shopping the other day. She also said that you asked them to stop the car because you had to go to the bathroom every five minutes. The way David was hovering at the shower and all that food he brought you? I think everyone suspects, but we didn’t want to …”
“Get your hopes up?” Rachel asked, knowing that Arianne was treading lightly because of what had happened last time.
“So when are you going to tell the family? You can’t wait until the second trimester—everyone will have figured it out by then!”
She made a valid point. Rachel sighed. “I don’t know. I’ll have to talk it over with David.”
Arianne was grinning from ear to ear again. “I am going to be the coolest aunt ever. No offense to Lilah or your sister, but come on. This is me we’re talking about.”
Rachel experienced a twinge of guilt. Even though it hadn’t been intentional, she felt bad that one of David’s family knew about the baby and he hadn’t been part of the announcement. He would have wanted to share in the moment.
“I know you’ll be a fantastic aunt. You’ve always been a fantastic sister-in-law,” Rachel said with feeling. “But right now, there’s something I need you to do for me as a friend. Well, two things.”
“Yes?”
“First, keep it just between us?”
“You got it—it’ll be our little secret!”
Yours, mine, David’s, Mindy’s, May’s, Dr. McDermott and her entire staff … Chloe, Quinn and Lilah had probably all figured it out, too.
“Second.” Rachel rubbed her eyes. “Any chance I could convince you to clear out of here so that I can drop into an eight-hour coma?”
Arianne laughed. “Deal. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
Once Rachel had the house to herself, she brushed her teeth and changed into a silky, oversize sleep shirt that buttoned down the front. In the darkness, she climbed into bed, but her conscience nagged that there was something she should do before she let herself sink into slumber. After only a minute or two of deliberation, she reached for the cordless phone.
Would he be asleep? It was a few minutes past eleven, and David liked to be up with the sun.
He answered on only the second ring, sounding plenty alert. “Rach? Is that you?”
“Hey. Sorry for calling at this hour.”
“You can call anytime. Is everything all right?”
“Absolutely. No problems today. But … something happened tonight that you should know about.”
“All right.” From his end, there came rustling and a click. Rachel imagined him sitting up, turning on the light and bracing himself for whatever news she might have.
“It’s nothing bad,” she reiterated. “Your sister caught me off guard.”
He snorted. “Ari has a way of doing that.”
“We were all over
