Page 95 of Boss in the Bedsheets

"For real, dude, what is going on here?" Magnolia asked, drying both hands on her round belly. "The Very Serious Convo vibes are clashing with the Dirty, Dirty Sex vibes big time."

I blinked at her for a second. Then, "Technical question for you, Mag. Do we need to wait until after this situation"—I nodded at her belly—"is finished to get married? Does it matter to you?"

Magnolia plucked a band from her wrist and gathered up her hair as she shifted to face Zelda. "What is my brother asking me?"

Zelda held up her hand in response. Magnolia abandoned her hair to rush forward with an almighty screech. "Fucking finally," she cried, turning Zelda's hand to inspect the ring. "Am I the first to know? Please tell me I'm the first!"

"You're the first," my moonbeam bride replied.

"Yes, I love it when I'm the first! You're calling Mom and Dad right now, and Lin too. And then you have to call the girls, Zelda. They're going to die. Okay, that's the plan, you're callingeveryoneand I'll call a caterer," Magnolia went on. "An About Time Already engagement party at my house this evening. Bring your beautiful selves and I'll provide the rest." She was halfway out the door before adding, "Don't even think about getting married before these boys are born. I'm not waddling down any aisle and I'm not drinking cider instead of champagne. No autumn weddings for you two, not this year."

Suddenly, we were alone again and I said, "Spring it is, my love."