“I guarantee you’ll change your mind.” I nodded at her.
“Not a chance.” She laughed. “That’s why I’m friends with you two baby factories. I get any weird baby urges out with your kids and then go home to my clean, non-toy-filled house and drink copious amounts of wine while having sex with my husband in the middle of the living room floor.”
“Sounds like the night I got pregnant,” Lauren sighed, causing Alexa and me to roar with laughter.
“So what about you, Kacie? Would you have more kids with Brody?” Alexa asked.
The sound of his name was a punch to the gut. While the memory of last night’s events hadn’t left my mind, I was able to push them aside long enough to chat with my friends for a while. But when Alexa innocently mentioned his name, it all came flooding back. My eyes dropped down to my hands. I wasn’t sure how to answer her question. I didn’t even know if I would ever see him again, let alone be lucky enough to have him father my kids.
“Kacie?” Lauren looked nervously at me and then Alexa.
My head swept up and I brushed tears from the corner of my eye.
Lauren’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped. “What happened?” She reached over and gently rubbed my arm.
A shaky sigh escaped me as I looked at her, but not Alexa. I could not handle any judgmental glares right now. “Zach was here last night. He showed up drunk.”
Alexa leaned forward as her eyes bulged from her head. “Zach?”
“Yep. We sat on the porch for a few minutes while he rambled on and on about missing the girls and me and all this other weird crap.” I rubbed my eyes with my hands, thoroughly exhausted. “Anyway, while we were sitting there, Brody drove up the driveway. Apparently he was at his parents’ and they told him they were divorcing. He was upset, so he came here and found…” I choked on a sob before I could finish the sentence.
They both sat perfectly still, their eyes large as they hung on my every word. My heart raced and my body shook from retelling the events of the night before.
I cleared my throat and continued, “He found Zach and me on the front porch. Needless to say, he flipped.”
“Did he hit him?” Alexa asked.
“More than once. I think he broke his jaw.” I dropped my head into my hands.
Lauren smacked the table hard with her hands. “Shut up! He did not!”
I peeked at her through my fingers. “He absolutely did. Brody punched him so hard, he flew over the railing and landed on the lawn.”
They both gasped.
“I… What… How…” Lauren stuttered. “I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Zach didn’t fight back; he just wanted to leave. I told Brody that he was too drunk, so I’d drive him home.”
“Whoa,” Alexa exclaimed softly. “You drove Zach home? Did Brody stuff him in the trunk first?”
I shook my head as I got up and grabbed a bag of pretzels out of the pantry.
“Pretzels?” Alexa stared at the bag as I sat back down. “It’s nine o’clock in the morning.”
I shrugged, shoving a pretzel in my mouth. “Shut up. I’m stress-eating.”
“Finish the story. What else happened?” Lauren reached over and grabbed a handful of pretzels.
“Brody argued, naturally, and then said the only way that was happening was if Zach rode with him and I drove Zach’s car.” I took a deep, cleansing breath. “So that’s what we did. After I parked Zach’s car, I hurried back to Brody’s truck and lost it. I cried the whole way home. We pulled in the driveway and I hopped out, thinking he was right behind me, but he said he was leaving.” My voice cracked. “He said he needed to think and process and whatever, so… he left. I haven’t talked to him since.”
“Have you reached out to him?” asked Lauren.
“Yeah, I sent him a text this morning, asking him to let me explain. Nothing yet.” I picked up my phone and glanced down at the tiny envelope in the top right corner, silently begging it to light up.
“Wow.” Alexa sounded shocked.
“I know, I know. You were right.” I glared at her. “I don’t want to hear about it, okay?”
“Kacie, I’m not trying to be right, nor am I throwing anything in your face. I just feel bad that all this happened to you. I’m so sorry.” She reached across the island and squeezed my hand.
I let her.
I needed it.
After a couple hours of the girls telling me it would be okay and Lauren and me trying to gross out Alexa with pregnancy details, it was time for them to go. “When will I see you again? Not ‘til summer?” I whined at Lauren. She got to the front door and turned to face me, grabbing my hands and swinging them back and forth. “Yeah.” She sighed. “We come back for good in June. Next time you see me, I’ll be the mommy of a three-month-old. God, how weird does that sound?”