Troy looked at him strangely, wondering what kind of sugar Taylor had given her husband to be this frazzled. "How far along is Taylor again, Chad?"
"Two months," he answered quickly and went to hide behind the kitchen counter.
"You've got a long way to go," Troy laughed and watched as all the girls, well, Taylor mostly, was running around with Cassidy, trying to catch her and tickle her. "She'll make a good mother though, you know that," he told his friend as Chad drank an 8-ounce glass of water like it was nothing.
"It's not her I'm worried about," Chad confessed, grabbing his glass and filling it up with water again. "It's me. I don't know you do it and with another one just about to get here…"
Troy laughed again, standing up from the bar stool and walking by Chad as they started to go outside to join the girls, "Chad, the best advice I ever got was to just take one day at a time, so I'm giving that to you. But trust me, in the end, this," he waved his hands towards the girls as Taylor finally captured his little girl in her arms, "is worth every mood swing, temper tantrum and hissy fit."