30. Veronica #4
Emma’s eyes go wide as she hurries over to Morgan, kneeling before her and taking her hands in hers.
“Oh, but you are! I’m happy that you’re gifting us two beautiful babies.
Me? Not so much. I’m getting married at the end of the year.
How will I even fit in my dress? And I already have a daughter, now I’m going to have two screaming babies and a toddler. Oh God!”
She stands and begins to pace the room. “But it’s okay, yeah, everything is fine.
It’ll be fun, right? We’ll dress them in matching outfits, go shopping for double strollers, and two cribs, and two highchairs, and two baby swings, and two car seats.
” She lets out a hysterical laugh that sounds extremely scary before her face falls and eyes go wide once more.
“Oh God, we’ll need to get a second nanny, because there’s no way Sam can take care of twins on top of Gracie and Dante.
And we’ll need to turn one of the spare rooms into a second nursery.
And get a bigger play area in the living room and more storage bins.
” She starts to hyperventilate, flapping her hands in her face.
“Guys… I think she might be having a mini panic attack,” I say cautiously.
“Oh, no. I’m fine, totally fine.” She laughs hysterically once more and bends in half, placing her hands on her knees as she continues to pant.
Greyson hurries over to her side, resting his hand on her back. “Bunny, you need to calm down. This can’t be good for the baby.”
She stands quickly, pushing him aside. “Don’t you freaking put your hands on me, Greyson!
” She reaches for a throw pillow beside Aubrey and begins whacking Greyson with it repeatedly.
“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! You did this to me, you asshole who can’t control your fucking sperm! And it’s BABIES! PLURAL!!!”
She continues to smack him as we all break out in a fit of laughter at the episode unfolding before us. Poor Greyson covers his head and face as he lets her unleash her anger on him.
Silas slaps his leg as he bends forward, almost knocking Cecilia off his lap in the process. “Oh God! This is beyond epic!”
“I warned you, Wolf! I told you what would happen if you put two of them in me! Those balls are mine now! Call up your doctor, schedule an appointment to get them cut off!” She throws the pillow away with a huff and fixes her wild red mane.
Greyson lifts his hands from his face slowly, looking at her with a barely restrained smile. “That’s not how it works, Bunny.”
“Oh, but it is. You thought I was crazy to start with? Well, you haven’t seen anything yet.
We’re getting you castrated. I want those balls gone!
And then I’m gonna bring them home and turn them into stress balls.
And every time those kids of yours drive me crazy, I’m going to take them out and squish them between my fingers in front of you,” she whispers menacingly as all noise dies in the room.
Greyson visibly pales as he watches the evil look on her face, the smile falling from his lips as he gulps.
“Shit… that’s dark as fuck…” Clay mutters behind them. “Even I’m a bit terrified right now.”
“Same here, man…” Gabe swallows with wide eyes.
“And I thought you were crazy pregnant. Thank God it wasn’t that bad,” Sy says to his wife.
Cecilia turns to face him with a frown. “You thought I was crazy? You said I was adorable pregnant!”
Silas’s eyes widen as he quickly tries to cover his fuck-up. “Oh, yes. Yes, you were totally adorable… when you weren’t crying or losing your shit for no reason,” he mumbles the end.
“Oh, you are so sleeping on the couch tonight!” She folds her arms over her chest.
“No, please, Minnie. Not the couch again! I’m sorry, okay? Fine, I admit, you were a little crazy at times. But compared to this,” he nods toward Emma and Greyson, “you were a saint. The most beautiful and perfect pregnant woman.”
She narrows her eyes at him for a minute. “You’re lucky I love you and that you gave me a beautiful son.” She rights herself and drops her back against him.
“So… no couch?” he asks tentatively, rubbing his hands up and down her arms.
“No couch… for now.”
“Yesss.” He pumps his fist.
“See! You men are all the same! You knock us up and then complain that we’re losing our mind while carrying your child!
You’re all assholes!” Emma turns around, heading for the kitchen.
“I need a fucking drink.” She then spins on her axis and throws her arms out while facing us.
“Oh! But guess what? I CAN’T FUCKING HAVE ONE! ”
The baby monitors come to life on the coffee table, letting us know that nap time is over. “Great! I woke up the kids!” Emma says frustratedly as she heads for the stairs instead.
“Hey, little Tulip, guess what? You’re not just getting one sibling, but two! Better start saying bye-bye to ever having anything of your own, because your brothers or sisters will be taking up A LOT of room! You can blame Daddy for that!”
Greyson stands silently in the middle of the living room, watching her leave with a petrified expression on his face. “What have I done…” he mumbles to himself.
We all explode with laughter as Silas stands and slaps Grey’s back on his way up to get his son. “Good luck, man. You’ll need it.”
“This is just the beginning,” Clay tells him.
“I’m fucked,” Grey says as he turns and drops into an armchair.