Chapter 36

"For some odd reason, I knew you'd show up," Nadine grinned. "I must be clairvoyant or something."

"Do I smell quesadillas?" Paul asked, coming inside.

"Along with Spanish rice and refried beans," Nadine said, laughing. "Come on in and get comfortable."

"Got any beer?"

"Corona in the fridge, senor."

"The woman of my dreams."

"So how was your swim?" Nadine asked.

"I think it was more fun seeing the smoke coming out of Brian's ears after he pigged out on my flaming hot Cheetos with lime. Fucking hell, I don't think I've seen a dude down so many bottles of water so fast in my life. I didn't even think he knew that many curse words either. He must have picked up some new terms from all that sex with your cousin or something."

"Not likely. Believe it or not, Briana was actually shy at one time. Now I hear about topics such as outdoor sex and how great it is in the back seat of a Jetta."

"Jesus Christ!" Paul exclaimed, nearly choking on his food. "The Jetta? Brian's like anal retentive about that car; one scratch, and he'd shit razor blades, yet he had sex with his wife in it?" He shuddered. "Remind us not to sit back there anytime soon."

"About the only place around them to sit without any reservations about if anything happened on it would be their kitchen," Nadine laughed. "Bree's definitely got that room off limits."

"And he has the balls to call me a pervert," Paul shook his head.

Nadine heard a musical tone and turned back to him. "I think your ass is ringing," she said.

"You're right." He pulled out his phone, peering at the Caller ID. "Hey, speak of the devil. It's short shit himself."

"Wonder what he wants?" Nadine asked with a poker face, already having an idea what it was, but kept quiet.

Let the happy couple take this one, she thought.

"Hell if I know. I figured they'd be having wild sex somewhere by now. Guess Bree must be having Aunt Flow visiting or something."

Nadine barely kept from laughing. Not even close, Paul.

"Or maybe they're taking a break," she finally said playfully.

"Eh, what the hell. Let's see what the little dude wants. Be right back."

While he took the call in another room, Nadine cleaned up the dishes, putting away the leftovers and bringing out dessert and special Mexican coffee. Within ten minutes, Paul came back into the room with a huge grin.

"The blissfully wedded couple requests our presence in about an hour," Paul said, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. "And they have big news!"

Nadine smiled. She already knew what the "big news" was, but promised Briana to keep everything under wraps. This was going to be the expectant parents' moment, after all.

Meanwhile:

"I had them come over in about an hour," Brian grinned, snapping his phone shut. "That should give us enough time to get our shit together and clear away any evidence of our…uh, 'celebration' of sorts."

"Yeah, and just so you know, now that I am pregnant, we can slow up on the sex a bit," Briana teased, drying her hair before getting dressed. "If I knew you were going to drag me in the bedroom and ambush me when I showed you that pregnancy test, I'd prepared a little better."

"I didn't hear any complaints," he said with an evil grin. "All I heard was you screaming my name about ten times."

"Oh you're a funny guy," she giggled. "Just so you know, it isn't totally official until after I see the doctor tomorrow. And there's something else I better tell you too."

Brian looked at her, a bit concerned. "What?"

"One of the side effects of the fertility drug I took? Be warned right now; not that it could happen in my case, but there is the risk of multiples."

"Multiples? Multiple what?"

"Multiples. There's a one to ten percent chance of me having two, three, even six babies."

"Freaking hell!"

"One to ten percent, Brian," she repeated, stressing the point. "Not great odds, so don't bother having a coronary just yet."

"Six babies? That's a fucking litter."

"Well, don't count on that many," she laughed. "The most the doctor had delivered of fertility treatment mothers had been only one set of twins in ten years."

"I guess that isn't too bad. Still, those magic pills and my swimmers, we're finally going to be parents. Beats the hell out of options the Petri dish baby or me jacking off in a jar for my swimmers to go into some strange woman for a surrogate kid any day."

"Yeah." Briana glowed.

"So when did you think it finally happened?"

"What?" She looked confused.

"When the bun finally popped into the oven. The beach under the boardwalk, the back of my Jetta, or the locker room?"

"Good lord, Brian. How would you guess any of those?"

"You got to be at least four weeks along for it to show up on that stick test. That's about the time we were, um…how can I put this? Yeah, experimenting. There was that fun night on Venice Beach under the boardwalk, then we did it in the Jetta in the parking garage a couple nights later, and of course the famous moment of you molesting me in the locker room not long before those two times."

"Molesting, yeah. I don't recall hearing you objecting, mister," she replied. "But who really knows when I actually conceived. It may not have been any of those times. I should know more when I go to the doctor tomorrow."

Briana then tossed a clean towel and some clothes at him. "Go get your shower; there isn't much time left to waste before Paul and Nadine get here."

"Yeah, I can hardly wait to see the look on PL's face when he hears this," Brian laughed. "Maybe we should drop the prospect of six babies on Paul just to see him open a vein."

"Brian," she shook her head. "No. This is one thing we are not going to incorporate into one of your practical jokes."