CHAPTER ELEVEN


"Don't touch my hair," Cat said, moving away from the woman that just ran her fingers through her hair.

"She's the hairstylist, Cat," Jade said.

"I already did my hair."

"What was the point in hiring her, then?"

"I'm not the only one that has hair. But I'm gonna do Zoey and Shelby's too."

"No thanks, I already did it," Zoey said, walking out of the bathroom.

"You guys make no sense to me," Tori said. "Why hire a stylist if you're not getting your hair done?"

"I literally just said because I'm not the only one with hair. I have curly hair, Tori. I don't trust anyone with it because people brush it. You don't brush curls the same way you brush your hair."

"Well, Zo did her own makeup too, are you not gonna let the makeup artist do your makeup?" Trina asked.

"That, they're allowed to do," Cat said, walking to Trina and gently taking Truxtun from her. "Hi, handsome," she said, kissing his cheek. "Momma has to get ready, but Aunt Cat likes baby cuddles, even if you have a dumb name."

"His name is not dumb."

"You named him after a street."

"That's stupid," Jade said. "Kid's gonna be bullied."

"He will not."

"Yes he will, I'll be bullying him."

"I won't let Aunt Jade bully you. I'll bully you myself. Your name is terrible," Cat said, letting the baby rest against her chest. "At least you're cute."

"No he's not," Zoey said.

"Jade..." Cat sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Nah, she's right, he's not that cute," Trina said. "Looks like his dad."

"Berf's pretty weird looking," Zoey said.

"He eats cucumbers weird," Cat said, running her hand over Truxtun's back.

"Who's ready to eat?" Tara asked as she and Jade's mother Grace walked in with a few Tupperware bowls.

"What is it?" Zoey asked.

"Tuna," Tara said, opening the lid and setting it on the vanity.

As soon as the lid was off, the smell went to Cat's nose and made her instantly nauseous. She quickly handed Truxtun back to Trina and made a beeline for the bathroom.

As soon as April heard her sister retching, she made her way to the bathroom and held Cat's hair back.

It took a few minutes for Cat's stomach to settle enough that she wasn't gagging and she flushed the toilet, holding her head in her hands as she stayed hovered over the toilet.

"You good?" April asked.

"I think so," Cat said, letting out a slow breath.

"What happened there? Are you that nervous?"

"No. The smell made me nauseous."

"You've never been sensitive to smell. At least not unless you were... Oh my god, Catey," April whispered. "Are you pregnant?"

Cat furrowed her brows, looking at her twin. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"No. I haven't had any symptoms."

"Until now. You should take a test."

"Can we not worry about that right now? I'll go to the doctor after the honeymoon."

"But what if you are? If you drink it could hurt the baby."

"Then I just won't drink, April. I have common sense. I've done this three times. If this is even happening."

"Are you sure?"

"April."

"I'm sorry, I just worry."

"It's usually the other way around," Cat said as she stood up.

"Yeah..."

Cat looked at April for a few seconds, her brows furrowing in worry when she saw the crestfallen look on her sister's face. "Oh, April, I..."

"I know," April's voice cracked.

Cat pulled her sister into a hug. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just, I'm the worrier. I'm always the one that worries."

"I know you didn't, I'm just emotional."

"Anything you need to talk about?"

"I've been getting cravings and urges out of nowhere. Nothing triggers them, they just happen."

"Heroin cravings?" Cat asked quietly.

April nodded. "I haven't done anything, though. I promise."

"I know you haven't. I can tell. Robbie and I aren't going on our honeymoon until tomorrow afternoon. After the wedding, we'll talk, okay? Or, just hang out. We don't even have to talk."

"Okay," April whispered.

Cat kissed her sister's head and pulled away from the hug. "Don't cry, you'll have to do your makeup again and it took you 45 minutes just to do your eyeliner."

"I don't do makeup very often, shut up," April muttered.


"Robbie!" Cat shouted as she ran into the house. "Robbie!"

"What happened?" Robbie asked, rushing downstairs.

"Nothing, everything is great," Cat said, holding up a sleeve of ultrasound pictures. "I'm pregnant!"

"Pregnant?"

"Pregnant. We're having a baby."

"We're having a baby!" Robbie said, hugging his wife.

"Listen, I know this wasn't planned and we've never talked about having kids of our own, but this is gonna be such a good thing, babe," she said, kissing his lips.

"God, three kids..."

"Four," Cat said, pointing to a tiny urn on the mantle.

"Four," Robbie corrected. "i couldn't be happier. I want nothing more than to live the rest of my life with you and have 500 babies."

"I dunno what kind of woman you're gonna find to have those 500 babies with, but I wish you luck," she joked. "Where are the girls?"

"At Tori and Andre's."

"And April?"

"Spending the night at Chris'."

"So we have the house to ourselves? All day, all night?"

"All day, all night."

Cat grinned, pulling him into the living room by the collar. "We have a couch to break in."