“I know! He’s on me like white on rice! I swear he’s gonna have me pregnant for the next three years!”
They both shared a laugh at that. If Shea Adler, the Assassins’ captain, had his way, he probably would. “Well the good thing is that your kids will be like me and my sister. We are 10 months apart and the best of friends.”
“Yay.”
Fallon laughed as Elli just looked longingly at the wines. “Oh come on, I know you’re excited.”
A small sweet smile went over Elli’s face as she said, “I am, but it’s gonna suck the next couple months with him being gone all the time.”
“I thought he was quittin’.”
“He said he will when this baby is born, but I know he won’t. He loves hockey too much and who am I to ask him to quit?”
Fallon was green with envy as she listened to Elli talk about her perfect relationship with her hunky, gorgeous husband and her perfect baby girl with another on the way. Fallon couldn’t be happier for Elli. She loved Shea and baby Shelli, but Fallon desperately wanted a family, too.
Why couldn’t she find her Shea Adler who wanted to impregnate her all the time?
“So when is this big wine party?” Elli asked, bringing Fallon back to reality.
“March first. I’ll be by the office to drop off tickets and stuff soon.”
“Great, Shea will be on a break,” Elli said with a grin. She still got that dreamy look in her eyes when she talked about her husband. It was expected though; they hadn’t even been married a year.
“I know, that’s why I planned it like this. I need all the players. I need everything to tie together. Hockey and wine will work.”
“Isn’t it beer and hockey?” Elli asked with a grin.
“Not no more, we are gonna sophisticate this damn sport.”
“Good luck with that,” Elli said with a laugh before a pair of arms came around her. They both looked up to see Elli’s husband smiling down at them.
“Hey Fallon,” Shea said before placing a kiss on Elli’s cheek.
“Hey Shea,” Fallon sang as she smiled up at him, “heard ya knocked her up again.”
“Sure did,” he said with a bold grin. “Gotta keep the baby train going. We’re knocking on 30’s door.”
“Oh Lord! Not 30!” Fallon said in mock horror, making everyone laugh.
“It’s the excuse he’s using,” Elli said with a laugh.
“I think it’s all a ruse, he just likes making babies,” Fallon giggled as Elli’s cheeks warmed with color.
Shea let out a booming laugh before saying, “You got that right!”
They shared a laugh before Fallon took a sip of her wine. She loved hanging with Elli and Shea, they were so cute and perfect together. Even if their love made her want to puke, she still loved them.
“Fallon is going to sophisticate hockey,” Elli said with a grin for Shea. He laughed as he looked back over at Fallon.
“Are you now?”
“Yes, I am. I can do it. I’m awesome.”
Elli giggled as Shea smiled, then Elli said, “You sure are babe! Oh Shea, there’s Ricky Owen. Hey, excuse us Fallon, I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Sure, great seeing y’all,” Fallon said. She watched as they walked away, hand in hand, with big smiles on their faces. They were so stinkin’ happy, it was sickening. But then she thought of what they had to do to get to where they were, and she couldn’t help but be happy for them.
What could she say? She was a sucker for love.
Fallon stood for a little while longer before starting to work the room. She grabbed a bottle of the Rocky Top’s Big Orange Cabernet Sauvignon and started towards the crowd.
Fallon always walked with confidence—she had to or no one would buy from her. She knew what she had with her products and knew that with only one taste anyone would fall in love with Rocky Top’s wine. It was that good.