"What?"
I glanced at Evan but he seemed unphased by Betsy's frank talk. I, however, was not.
"Um... no?"
"Okay, good. Lots of pregnant women are. I'll just go easy on the coconut oil. Tons of mid-chain-fats."
I watched as she poured chia seeds into the mix. A scoop of raw honey. A banana. An avocado and the avocado pit. I grimaced.
"Betsy... those flavor combinations seem... odd."
Evan made a thumbs up symbol.
"It's gooooodddd."
I shrugged and took the smoothie when Betsy poured it. She handed Evan one as well. Then she sipped a half glass of the leftovers. I tried to pawn mine off on her.
"Do you want mine?"
She shook her finger at me.
"You are the one with a bun in the oven. Drink."
I drank, expecting the worse. I was tempted to pinch my nose. Instead, I was shocked as the flavor hit my taste buds.
Oh my goodness, it was delicious. It was gooood. Just like Evan had said it was.
I drank every single drop.
"Delicious, thank you Bets."
"How do you feel?"
Betsy was staring at me with fascination. So was Evan. He was a woodworker who barely talked. But right now, he was staring at me. They both were.
"When are you gonna puke?"
"What?"
"Are you going to throw up? I have barf bags all over the house just in case."
"Um, no I don't think so."
Bets looked disappointed.
"I thought you had morning sickness. You know, in the morning."
I laughed.
"It doesn't exactly work that way. It sort of, sneaks up on you. Usually when your stomach is empty or you are just hungry."
I held up the glass.
"Thanks to you, I'm not!"
She thought that over and nodded. I could tell she'd been hoping for more drama. She was too funny, so curious about everything that was happening with my body.
I guess pregnancy was kind of weird.
"Oh, well I guess we can run our errands then."
Betsy handed Evan the dirty blender. I hid a smile as he started doing the dishes. Evan was more domesticated than any man I'd ever met. They had their own way of doing things and it seemed to work very well.
"Sure, you guys go ahead. I'll just be here, reading or something."
"No no no. It's your shower, you need to help pick out the stuff!"
"My-what?"
"Your baby shower!"
"It's a little early for that Bets, but thank you for the thought."
She chewed her lip, her big hazel eyes twinkling.
"Okay so it's a meet and greet. With baby stuff."
I opened my mouth to argue but she was holding up her hand.
"No-don't argue. I already invited half the damn town."
I groaned and Evan cracked a rare smile.
"Don't bother arguing with her."
I rolled my eyes. Yeah, he definitely knew his girlfriend well. I gave up and mentally prepared myself to meet half of Woodstock.
Chapter Twenty-One Kyle
I stood on the sidewalk, checking my phone. I had a real-time GPS tracker with the target phone's location. I knew her friend might not be with Belinda at the moment. I might be on a wild goose chase.
I was in full recon mode.
Tracking her at a safe distance.
Basically, I was stalking them.
I felt like a lion, hunting a gazelle. A very pretty gazelle with red hair. And a glorious pair of-
"Hey, look out dude!"
A frowning hippie with gray hair and a tie-dyed jacket was staring at me. She looked about 80 years old. So I was surprised at how quickly she turned around to glare at me. She didn't seem intimidated by my size at all.
I lowered my head and apologized.
"Sorry ma'am."
She made a rude noise that sounded like 'harumph' and continued on her way. She motored down the damn street! The old bird was spry to say the least. Must be all the granola.
I'd tried to get a quick bite to eat after the taxi dropped me off. I'd ended up with organic eggs benedict over 12-grain toast. With a side helping of micro greens and, you guessed it, granola.
It had been pretty damn tasty actually. It better be for twenty-seven bucks!
I shook my head. This place was a whole new world. Tie-dye was everywhere. Candles. Head shops. And fancy, fancy food.
Lots of fancy food.
So, Woodstock was not just full of hippies. It was full of rich hippies.
I scanned the area but couldn't seem to locate my targets. I followed the blue dot until it stopped twenty yards away. Then I crept up towards it.
It wasn't easy to be nonchalant when you were 6'4" and built like a truck, but I tried.
There, up ahead-I saw a mass of shiny red hair as a woman ducked her head into a car. She was with a tiny brunette who was chatting up a storm. They were in the car and pulling out into traffic before I could get close enough.
I started to run but the dark haired girl drove like a demon.
I cursed as the car drove away.
Commencing plan B.
Belinda
A woman with long flowing blond hair was instructing me how to prepare my vagina for birth. Every day, myself or a partner would take a scoop of organic coconut oil and gently stretch the birth canal. I must have looked horrified because she winked and shifted in closer.