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“You’re mine, Libby. You might have been Jonah’s girlfriend at one point. But you were my girl. Always mine.”
She cries and I hold her to me. “Pregnancy hormones are the absolute worst.”
I laugh and pull her face up to meet mine. “We’re going to do this. Together, you hear me?”
She nods, the side of her face resting on my chest. “Ok…stranger.”
I smirk.
“Starting with letting all those heathens know you’re mine.”
I motion toward my teammates all skating with their assigned skaters.
“I wish I could drink. I’m gonna need one,” she admits. “Especially when Zane and Kesley find out.”
“They’re just gonna have to accept it,” I kiss the top of her head.
“Yeah… I guess they are,” she sighs.
Chapter 28
Libby
“What the fuck is going on here?” Zane says from his place by the pool as he takes in the sight of me and his teammate holding hands.
Kesley is sitting next to him, pulling her shades down watching us intently as we stroll up to them.
I gulp, looking at Michael.
“Everyone,” Michael says out loud, still holding my hand. The music dies down and his teammates scattered throughout Landry’s backyard all turn our way.
“Libby and I are dating,” he announces, raising our intertwined hands up in the air as proof.
Everyone is quiet for a split second. I swear I see the lollipop in Landry’s mouth fall to the ground.
Then in an instant, the boys all jump up and head over to us, patting Michael on the back, ruffling his hair and pulling me in for hugs.
“About time, Fergie!” Hicks says.
“Wait, wait, wait…”Kesley pulls her feet out of the pool and walks over to me. “Fergie is….”
I bite my lip and nod.
Her mouth drops open. She takes me by the hand and pulls me toward the house. “Excuse me, I need a chat with my bestie,” she says to Michael.
“It’s fine,” I say over my shoulder, following her inside.
She closes the door and turns to me. “Are you kidding me right now? Fergie is your baby daddy?”
We hear something drop to the floor and we both whip our heads to Izzy standing in the middle of the kitchen, a bag of Funyuns spilled out and mixing with the contents of her Dr. Pepper can at her feet.
Kesley and I both look at each other before the three of us move to clean the mess.
“I’m sorry,” Izzy says, grabbing paper towels near the sink. “That seems like it was supposed to be a private conversation.”
“Too late, now,” Rina says casually strolling into the kitchen with a few bags of chips. “Mazel tov, Libby.”
“Uh, thanks. I think.”