"Mmm." I hummed in pleasure, my eyes closed as the masseuse slowly worked the tension out of my shoulders. "This is amazing."
"I know." Skylar agreed from my left. "Great place, Calla."
"Thank Chase. He paid for me to come here on my birthday last year." She sighed happily.
"No, but seriously, thanks for not planning some over the top bachelorette party. A relaxing day at the spa, a nice dinner, and a movie marathon was exactly what I had in mind." I mentioned, turning my head to look at my best friend and maid of honor. Calla smiled.
"Yeah, well, after the bachelorette party you gave me, I thought we might want to tune it down a little." I laughed at that – yeah, maybe that was a little too much. Especially with Dani nearly getting arrested. "Besides, it's not like we could go out drinking." She scowled half-heartedly, patting her stomach. Though she hadn't started to show yet, she and Chase had announced Calla's pregnancy a couple of weeks ago.
"You're just annoyed that you can't drink coffee until he or she is born." Skylar teased.
"Yes, very much so." Calla agreed wholeheartedly. I smirked.
"Don't worry. The months will fly by." I promised her. She nodded.
"I hope so." She agreed.
"So how's Noah doing?" Skylar inquired. I smiled.
"Well, he's only waking us up once or a twice a night now, so that's definitely an improvement." I chuckled. "But he started getting grabby at home, so I have to make sure not to take off my necklaces when I get home. But really, he's just so adorable."
"They always are at that age." Skylar pointed out. I nodded.
"Tasha keeps warning me about how difficult he'll be when he's a teenager." I admitted. Calla leaned forward to look at me, amusement in her eyes.
"Well, keep in mind how much trouble we put her and Davenport through." She reminded me before leaning back to allow her masseuse to continue rubbing her shoulders.
"Yeah, well he won't be bionic." I mentioned.
"Really?" Skylar looked surprised. I nodded.
"Jaden and I talked about it, and I don't want him to be bionic. I mean, when he's 18 and a legal adult, if he wants bionics we'll support him, but until then we want him to have a chance at a normal life."
"That makes sense." Skylar nodded after a moment. She looked past me. "What about you guys, Calla?"
"I don't know. I'm more worried about them developing powers right now." She sighed, closing her eyes.
"It's genetic?" I questioned.
"Sometimes. Horace says the odds are fifty-fifty of him or her having abilities, thanks to what the Arcturion did to me. God, that'll be crazy." She sighed. "Can we change the subject? This is stressing me out."
"Agreed." I nodded.
"In that case," Skylar leaned forward and slid a cart of champagne glasses, two with champagne and one with orange juice, towards us. She grabbed one of the alcoholic beverages and held it up. "A toast to Bree and Jaden, and little Noah too."
"Cheers." Calla and I agreed, clinking our glasses together.