Nobody Does It Better(31)







Vanessa: Good to know you include us worthy of shouting at, along with literary giants, while pushing a watermelon or two out of you. So . . . what’s official, then? You’re finally going to take a few weeks off and rest before you give birth, like you really should be doing, you naughty, naughty girl who keeps on working well past when she’s supposed to?





Arden: No. I’ve officially become a house. It happened today. I tried to bend over and practically fell to the floor. That means I’m a house.





Perri: I was thinking an apartment building. But all kidding aside, you really need to be careful, sweetie. We can’t have you toppling over.





Ella: Yes, because if you toppled over, I’m pretty sure we’d have to come roll you out of your home, right?





Vanessa: Oh, you are getting sassy, Ella.





Ella: Wasn’t that the requirement when you invited me into your group chat? Be as sassy as I can possibly be?





Vanessa: I have taught you so well. I’m so proud of you for trying to keep up.





Ella: I do more than keep up.





Arden: Hello, tangent AF. Doesn’t anyone feel sorry for me? I’m colonial-home-size, you’re going to be rolling me across the floor like a beached whale, and we’re discussing Ella’s banter skills. Is there no sympathy for my condition?





Perri: I’m sympathetic and yet practical. Do you have any idea how hard beached whales are to move? We need a plan. We might have to call the fire department.





Arden: Well, it’s one member of the fire department’s fault that I’m this size!





Ella: clears throat Excuse me, but I think you might have been involved in that decision too.





Arden: And I regret nothing, but I’m becoming the Queen Mary. This has to be Gabe’s fault for giving me twins.





Perri: Uh, to point out the obvious, your genes dictate twins, not his. Also, you have twins on your side of the family.





Arden: I know that, but it feels like he’s responsible for my gigantism! CAN SOMEONE JUST BE SYMPATHETIC, PLEASE?????





Vanessa: I’m trying, but I’m too excited every time I think about the fact that you’re going to pop out two babies. In fact, I’m going shopping right now for more baby gifts for you.





Perri: Pink baby gifts!!! I’ll join you!





Ella: Pink matching sets of stuff for a matching set of lovebugs. Identical twin girls are the coolest.





Arden: No one cares about the ballooning I’ve suffered. All you’re thinking about is buying stuff.





Perri: It’s simply because I can’t think of anything better than us getting to raise and indoctrinate two little identical Ardens.





Vanessa: It is indoctrination, right? That’s what we’ll be doing. And we are kind of going to be raising them. Sisterhood and all.





Perri: We’ll let the guys be involved a little bit, but we’ll teach the munchkins all of the important things ourselves.





Arden: Like how to be awesome?





Vanessa: Like how to be a good friend?





Perri: Like how to look out for your girlfriends?





Ella: Like how to respect your elders, learn from them, and then adopt their best traits?





Vanessa: pats head of little sister I’m so proud of you for being an excellent acolyte. Speaking of excellence, how is that man who was almost mine? snort, snort





Arden: As if. We all know Shaw was destined for Vanessa. Even if Perri had blinders on for, like, ever about that pairing.





Perri: Enough about my brother, aka Vanessa’s HUSBAND. I want to hear about Ella . . . our protege. Tell us about Mr. Sullivan.





Ella: grins wickedly enjoys my man makes plans to surprise him in new lingerie later





Arden: Yay! I’m glad it’s going so well.





Ella: Me too. I have Jamie’s stepmom to thank. That schemer. :)





Perri: Hello? My scheming husband played a big role.





Vanessa: I will never forget how Derek earned his wings as my cupid.





Ella: And I am eminently grateful to him as well. Especially since I think Jamie’s going to propose this weekend.





Vanessa: squeals!





Arden: squeals again!





Perri: squeals louder!





Vanessa: Why do you think it’s going to be this weekend?





Ella: Things he’s asked me, plans he’s making for us to go away, a certain delighted secrecy in his eyes.

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