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Authors: Brandace Morrow

Fan Girl (39 page)

Darcy agrees and heads to the butler’s pantry to set up her Apple account so she can get business apps on her new products.

The next day, Reed calls me to tell me he’s settled into the house and is coming for dinner. Mrs. Hughes has been working nonstop. She took the day before to get settled, and I made dinner. After yoga, which is getting increasingly harder to do, Deklan and I come in the kitchen to coffee already made and poured. We even have waffles waiting for us. Nola and Mrs. Hughes seem to get along great, which I’m thankful for.

When breakfast is done, Mrs. Hughes gets started on laundry, then vacuuming. I feel like a fat cat sitting around doing nothing, so I go to the nursery and clip tags off of clothes to be washed and open packages. George lays at my feet and keeps me company. The dog never leaves my side anymore. Deklan finds me hours later with piles of trash around me. He goes down to the kitchen to get garbage bags and comes back with Mrs. Hughes trailing behind him.

She takes the clothes down to be washed with the special unscented baby detergent and comes back to get the bottles to sterilize in the kitchen. Deklan sets up swings, pack and plays and car seats, then takes them to their designated places.

I try to pack my overnight bag that’s supposed to be in the car soon. Darcy shows up after lunch, and I have her set up the car seat bases in the cars that need them. Darcy asks where my diaper bag is and that reminds me I don't have one yet.

Teagan is kicking the crap out of my ribs, so I set the laptop up in the living room and lounge on the chaise to give her room while I search. Mrs. Hughes brings me a glass of water and cut up fruit to munch on. Seriously, I am so glad to have her.

I finally find one that’s black leather and seems to have enough pockets for my daunting checklist. Darcy sets up the breathing monitor while Deklan installs the baby monitor. Things are finally coming together. I ask Mrs. Hughes to bring the clothes to me to fold, so I can set out the sheets, blankets and clothes that don’t need to go in drawers or on hangers.

At five o’clock the gate beeps and I wait excitedly for Reed to pull up. I wait in the driveway, I’m so excited. He gets out of his SUV and exclaims, “Holy Christ, child. You’re blown up like a balloon!” Then he throws his arms around me and squeezes tight.

I hug him back, breathing in the scents of peppermint and latex. Even though he hasn’t been tattooing for a while, it seems to have seeped into his pores after so many years.

“Oh, Reed. I’m so glad you’re here!” We walk in the house and I introduce him to Mrs. Hughes and Darcy. “Got yourself a nice place here, Ali girl,” he says.

I smile. “Thanks Reed! Mrs. Hughes is making us dinner. She just got in yesterday. How is the condo? Will it work for you?”

“I love the condo, sweetheart. Thank you for renting it to me. I went to the beach this mornin' and can’t wait for Deklan to teach me how to surf. We don’t have waves like that on the East Coast.” We all laugh and I give him a tour of the house.

I take him to the stables where Deklan is in a round pen with Frank, the little Fell pony, and Jonny and Sean are teaching him how to do the liberty signals.

Reed rests his arms on the rails and breathes. “Well, would you look at that.”

Frank is trotting around the pen as Deklan holds his hands out to his sides in the middle. Even though his mane is bound, Frank’s shiny white and grey spotted coat with white feathers and tail are beautiful. Sean and Jonny shake hands and exchange introductions, then Deklan puts his hands to his side, causing Frank to line up with his shoulder. Both horse and man walk over to Reed.

Deklan shakes his hand. “Reed! Welcome to Feathers and Leather!”

Reed laughs his gravely, husky laugh and says, “I love it!”

Deklan climbs the fence and puts his arm around my shoulder. “So Reed, you ready to be a grandpa?” I ask him.

He nods and his cheeks turn a posy pink. “I couldn’t be more excited, Ali girl. I’m so glad I got here in time.”

For dinner, Mrs. Hughes serves us stout-braised lamb shanks. They are lamb fillets with the big bone sticking out, seasoned with thyme, beef broth, Guinness beer and some veggies.
Amazing!
Darcy took Mrs. Hughes to the farmer’s market, and she also came back with a pie for dessert.

Deklan tells her, “I love you, Mrs. Hughes. This is delicious. Anytime you feel like cooking, anything you want, please use our kitchen.”

Mrs. Hughes’ cheeks flush and she says, “I’ll plan on making the meals unless you tell me otherwise, how is that? Otherwise I won’t have enough to do around the house to fill days.”

I ask her, “Do you have a system for the house?” It is huge, I definitely didn’t want to be dusting every day, that’s for sure. I can’t imagine she would want to clean the whole thing every day.

She nods. “It’s fairly simple. Just a basic routine. Sunday linens, Monday dusting, Toilet Tuesdays so that’s the bathroom days, and so on. Common areas get done every day like the vacuuming, the living room, washing clothes, and kitchen upkeep.”

I cringe. “It still sounds like a lot. Let me know if you need help.” “Thank you, darling. It’s not all that much. The house is spotless, anyway. I imagine it’ll be a different story once there are a few babes runnin' round.”

Reed changes the subject. “Ali, I’m going to start working your shifts for you, so you can go on maternity leave. I cannot imagine you sitting in a stool for six hours with that stomach you’re sportin'.”

I give him a droll look as Deklan laugh/coughs into his napkin. “Thanks a lot,
Pop.
It’s not comfortable, but I’ve managed.”

Deklan reaches for my hand. “He wasn’t being offensive, and you know it, baby.” He explains to Reed, “She’s a little sensitive about that right now. She’s really uncomfortable.”

Mrs. Hughes asks, “How much longer do you have, Ali?”

“Eight and a half weeks until my due date. I’m thinking of jumping down the stairs soon, though. I can’t imagine getting any bigger.”

Nola reaches across the table to pat my hand. “Every mother feels that way, Ali. Literally, all of us. But it won’t last forever, I promise.”

I try to take a deep breath and can’t, so I smile weakly and don’t believe her.

 

Chapter 41

 

 

The following day is a flurry of activities. Deklan and Mrs. Hughes go to the farmer’s market to get meat and whatnot for the barbeque. Darcy helps me load my overnight bag into my car for the hospital, then we go over everything to make sure it’s all done. Breast pumps have to be assembled and closets have to be organized by size.

Mrs. Hughes asks if she can bake the cake, and since I was going to do it, I tell her she can. Anything she makes is going to be better than mine. I was just going to get something in a box, anyway. I text everyone to make sure I know how many people are showing up, then make a playlist for the night.

I turn on the outside ice maker and pull some of the chilled, insulated servers from the freezer and start making dips, macaroni salad, pasta salad and potato salad. The servers have gel inside the bowl, so everything will stay cold in the heat. It’s one of the things Dean and Pinterest opened my eyes to, and Deklan is all about convenience. While I’m in the middle of cooking, Deklan and Mrs. Hughes come back with a
ton
of food.

There are beef ribs, Angus burgers, free range chickens, homemade brats, handmade buns for everything, fruits for the margarita maker, corn on the cob, and various veggies. Deklan gets out his Food Saver and various tools to marinate the meat instantly, then makes the burger patties to chill for later.

After washing his hands, he comes up to me. “How are you doing, baby?” he asks, rubbing my tummy.

I nod. “Good, there’s a ton of food here.”

He smiles. ”There are going to be a lot of guys here, so we need lots of food, and a big cake. I’m going to grill some pizzas, too. Mrs. Hughes is going to make the dough after the cake is done, and I’ll add the ingredients. This is going to be awesome.”

I hug him and have to angle the front half of my body toward him while my stomach keeps our lower halves separated.

“I have to go get the balloons. I’ll take George with me.” I give him a kiss and slap my leg for George.

At the flower shop, I find party bow ties for dogs, so I pick a neon green one for George and yellow butterfly for Tess. After stuffing a hundred black and chrome balloons into my car, I stop by the gate to make sure people with invitations will be able to get in without trouble. We had to have them coded with special ink that can be seen under a black light. I’m thankful for the security, but it’s a pain too.

I set up some of the balloons outside our house gate, then take the rest to decorate around the huge glass orbs by the front door. I tie some on the fence posts and the rest in the backyard. The ceiling fans are going and it’s hot, even though it’s headed toward evening. I chose a royal blue and white skinny chevron strapless maxi dress that stops above the knee for this reason.

Deklan has the grill started, and Darcy is starting the Tahiti Margaritaville maker. I cannot wait until I have this baby, if only for that. It makes three pitchers of frozen drinks at the same time, and is set up by the grill and outdoor bar. Under the sink there’s a waist high ice maker that Darcy is using to fill the Margarita maker. I ask her, “How old are you, Darcy?”

She smiles wide. “Twenty-one two months ago!”

I hold out a hand for her to high five, then we hear hooves. Nola, who had been bringing plates out to the buffet, turns to the sound. As does Mrs. Hughes, who had just stepped outside with bowls of salad from the fridge.

Deklan turns from the grill holding tongs, and Darcy turns as well with an ice scoop.

We see the horses’ unbound hair flying behind them, running in their herd, led by Sonny the stallion. Sean and Jonny come from the pasture gate and smile wide. Sean holds out his arms wide. “We thought we’d show your friends why you chose to live way out here from the big city. One look at the beasties and they’ll understand.”

Mrs. Hughes sets down her bowls and puts a hand to her chest still watching the pasture. “They’re majestic, is what they are.”

We hear car doors slam and faces coming around the house. Stacie waves off to the pasture. “Bobby jumped out of the car before it stopped and made a beeline to them. I don’t know if you’re getting him back before the light fades.”

We all laugh, and I give her a hug. “Damn girl, I swear you get bigger every time I see you,” she jokes then leans down to kiss my stomach. She heads over to the bar and tells Darcy to “hit me.” I think Darcy is getting the kick out of being the bartender.

Tommy and Della come around the house next, and Deklan turns on the sound system. Bobby still hasn’t shown up, but Della points toward the pasture. “There’s a man kneeling in your field of horses.”

I laugh, and tell her it’s Bobby.

She nods. “I figured. Where’s a drink? I’m kid free tonight!”

I wave her to Darcy, while Sean and Tommy grab beers. I see Jonny headed out to the pasture, so I think he’s going to try to help Bobby get the shots he wants.

Tag, Fandy, Alan, Peter and three girls I’ve never seen before round the corner just as the horses start running again. Past the group of people, you can see Bobby zipping around like a gnat trying to get angles.

Stacie and Della come up to me, and we look over the girls that are now trailing behind the Rolling Bridges band members. Della holds out her cup. “Here’s hoping there's not another Kayla.”

Stacie clinks her glass with Della. “You have experience with this stuff, how do you call it?”

Della squints her eyes in concentration and purses her lips. “Blondie is out, brownie is out, red might be okay. Too soon right now, though.”

I ask her, “How can you tell?”

Della explains, gesturing with her hands. “Blondie is like a triple D, she’s got playboy written all over her with her orange hands and platinum hair. Brownie has dollar signs in her eyes, so she’s calculating how much everything costs and when she can have it. Red won’t leave Alan’s side. That’s in the positive column.”

Stacie and I look at her with respect that she sized them up that correctly, then I step forward to make introductions.

Blondie is JJ, Brownie is Carly and Red is Mel. I introduce them to everyone around us, then Della, Stacie and I gravitate toward the patio couches, while the guys are at the grill/bar with Deklan. After the new girls get their drinks, they come over. Mrs. Hughes, Nola and Darcy are also sporting drinks. I sigh. Everyone has awesome stuff but me. I get tea.

We start talking about the horses, Della’s kids, my shop and Reed taking over. Mel says, “You need a baby shower, Ali.”

I shrug. “We were going to, but I just haven’t had the time.”

Stacie pats my leg. “Well, honey. You have two more months. We can put something together in time. Especially with your new assistant here.” She pats Darcy’s shoulder.

Reed walks around and announces loudly that the party can get started now. He takes a beer from one of the guys, then it’s announced that the meat is cooked and everyone can eat.

The sun is behind the horizon now, so Jonny and Sean go to put the horses up before their hair gets ruined and Bobby comes inside. His eyes are slightly glassy, and Deklan has to tap him with a beer before he takes it. Dek asks him, “You okay, bud?”

Bobby nods and finally looks at him. “Dude, I got some great shots. The horses, the party in the background with the balloons and the house. Jonny in his suit vest and jeans leading them. Seriously, it’s going to be spectacular. I need to get my laptop out of the car.”

He turns to go and Stacie states, annoyed, “Seriously, Bobby? You can’t wait? We’re at a party!”

He rolls his eyes and turns back to start walking around the house. “I just got his birthday present Stace, trust me.”

Reed leans to me and asks quietly, “Present? Shit we aren’t doing that are we?”

I shake my head no. It was on the invitations:
No Presents Please
.

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