With a smile, the girl approached, her brown hair secured into pigtails. Can I get anything else for you, gals?

No. Wed like our check please, Emily replied, pulling her wallet from her purse as she stood.

Actually, Id like to order your double fudge chocolate sundae, Olivia piped up, staring at Emily. Extra fudge.

The waitress scribbled down the order. Be right back.

Aww hell no, Em, Olivia clipped, patting the chair. You cant just drop a bomb like that without divulging whats not happening in your bed. Olivia looked at Fallon for back up. Am I right, or what?

Fallon nodded, patting the chair too. Completely. Sit and spill, Country.

You two suck, Emily whispered as she reclaimed her seat. What?

What? Olivia parroted, blinking in surprise. Like Fallon said Spill.

Ive already spilled. He hasnt had sex with me since we went for my first sonogram. Looking away, she shrugged, her chest expanding on a deep, sexually frustrated breath. Hes afraid hes going to hurt me or the baby.

What, does he have a sword for a penis? Fallon asked. Its the end of February, and you two havent had sex since the beginning of January?

Chin lifted, Olivia crossed her arms, accentuating the cleavage spilling out of her hot pink cashmere sweater. For real? Are you being serious?

Emily puffed out a sigh. No, Im lying. I felt like making up some ridiculous story today. She loosened her hair from its bun. The dark, wavy curls spilled down her back. Yes, Im serious. Hes nervous.

Hes being an asshole, Olivia vehemently noted, accepting her sundae from the bouncy teenager.

I agree. Fallon dug her spoon into Olivias dessert. Somethings up. Do you think hes cheating? I mean, Ive read that some dudes get freakish about doing the deed when their girl is preggos. Maybe hes hitting it elsewhere.

Emilys eyes went wide.

Olivia shot Fallon a look. Thats twice youve mentioned reading shit on pregnancy. You and my brother better not have any ideas flying through your heads.

I like to stay informed, Fallon answered, going in for another scoop of ice-cream.

And Id like to answer your question, Emily said, insistence heavy in her tone. No, I dont think hes cheating. Well, the thought hadnt crossed Emilys mind until now. Damn Fallon. Emily shook the idea from her head as quickly as it entered. He wants to talk to the doctor at my next appointment and get all the facts.

Fallon sucked on her spoon, her brow raised in speculation. Are you trying to tell me Gavin Blakemoney mogul, pretty smart cathasnt sought out information on the internet about this?

He doesnt trust the internet, Emily answered with a sigh. She picked up her spoon and started digging into what was left of the sundae. He said theres too much conflicting information and hed rather talk to the doctor personally.

Fallon shrugged. I aint buying it. Either hes turned off, or hes dropping his seed somewhere else. Emilys jaw dropped open. Fallon belted out a laugh. Im kidding, Country. Kind of. But on the real, keep your eyes open. It just seems odd. A man as smart as he is cant just become dumb. And if he was interested, why is he waiting? Why not drop by your doctors office and ask?

Emily snapped her mouth shut and pondered Fallons statement. She hadnt really thought of why Gavin hadnt attempted to find out on his own. Her stomach wasnt a protruding balloon yet, but considering she was nearing sixteen weeks, it definitely wasnt flat anymore. She didnt think he was cheating, and she felt self-conscious about her less than flattering physique, so Emily went with the assumption he was turned off by what she was slowly turning in to.

Olivia frowned at Fallon. Are you trying to upset her?

No, Im not trying to upset her. Fallon wiped her mouth and tossed the crumpled up napkin onto the table. You just never know. Thats all.

Olivia shook her head and rolled her eyes. Dont listen to her, Emily. Gavin would never, not even on his worst day, cheat on you. Now, I think you need to smarten his ass up. Maybe grab some pamphlets from your doctors office and educate the man on the specifics of indulging in a little one on one while preggos. As long as nothing needs to be plugged in while engaging in these acts, Im sure all will be well. Dont need anyone getting electrocuted trying to get some ass.

Emily rose from her seat to flag down the waitress again. After handing the girl her credit card, she sighed. Okay, you two. I dont want to talk about this anymore. Hes going to talk to my doctor at my next appointment. Conversation over.

Both women nodded, and with that, the subject was closed. After signing the bill, they all started for the exit.

Fallon swung on her coat and gave Emily a hug. I have to go get ready for work. I love you, toots. Dont mind me. Im just PMSing right now. Im sure everythings going to be fine. Emily gave her a small smile and helped Fallon wrap her scarf around her neck. Stop by the restaurant soon. Antonio misses you. Shit, we all miss you.