Misfit(164)
“If you’d tell me, then Mortician should tell Bailey.”
Just what the fuck should he make of that? “You basin’ what other motherfuckers should know by what the fuck I do?”
“Yes.” Releasing him, she looked up at him. “We’ll have to tell Bailey before we tell Kendall.”
Yeah, cuz Kendall would take the fucking news as fucking bad or fucking worse than Bailey.
“If Roxy and Bailey need me to go to New Orleans, then…?”
He kissed her forehead. “Then go, Megan. You Roxy friend. Even if she wasn’t, she Mort ma-in-law, so you wanna check on her.”
“Everything’s happening at once,” she said quietly. “Bunny’s pregnant and getting married. Kendall’s pregnant. The kids are getting christened. CJ’s about to be four. Roxy has cancer and you’re having your vasectomy.”
“Roxy gonna be fine, baby,” he swore, swiping away a stray tear. “And I’m just gonna get information about my dick snip. Ain’t nothin’ written in fuckin’ stone. Okay?”
No way would he add to her distress by telling her this was. Unless something drastic happened, he intended to get the vasectomy sooner rather than later, so he’d never have to face the prospect of losing her again, as they now feared losing Roxy.
“What do you think about this one?”
Fee studied the off-the-rack wedding gown Bunny held up for her inspection. The mint green tulle and lace had a low cut bodice and a mermaid hemline. “It’s beautiful, but a white leather wedding gown would be the shit.”
Kendall sat in one of the two seats in the little boutique Meggie had suggested to Bunny. “Leather for a wedding gown? Still going on about that,” she snorted. “That’s so fucking tacky.”
“Says you.” Fee ignored how difficult Kendall had been all afternoon. “If I ever get married, I intend to have leather for my gown, leather for the bridesmaids. Leather everything.”
In silent agreement with Fee to ignore Kendall’s grumpiness, Bunny returned the gown to the rack and grabbed another one, a blue satin inlaid with tiny pearls. “I would love a leather wedding gown. That would have to be custom made and I’m trying to keep the costs down.”
“As opposed to what?” Kendall grumbled and nodded to the gown Bunny inspected. “You’ve yet to look at something under two grand.”
Bunny pointed to the mint green. “That one was five. See where it’s at? Back on the rack.”
“If you don’t want to spend that kind of money, you shouldn’t have come to an exclusive boutique,” Kendall retorted.
“Meggie sent us here,” Fee pointed out. Irritation surged through her at Kendall’s glower upon the mention of their sister-in-law.
“Yes, well, of course Bunny couldn’t say no to that recommendation,” Kendall said sarcastically. “If Meggie says to shop here, then we run to shop here.”
“Umm, yeah, you know what?” Bunny returned her latest gown to the rack with more force than necessary. “Let’s call it a day. Kendall, I know pregnancy is difficult, so let’s do this some other time.”
Laying a hand against her belly, Kendall poked her bottom lip out. “You don’t know anything about pregnancy,” she grouched. “You never carried a baby to full term, therefore you can’t place yourself in my shoes.”
Fee winced at Kendall’s callousness. A beating from her ex led Bunny to miscarrying. She was expecting again, although no one had told Kendall yet. “Kendall, that isn’t nice. You’re aware of what happened to Bunny. You should take better care with your words.”
“Whatever.” Kendall shoved her phone back into her purse. “I just texted Johnnie.”
Eyes glistening, Bunny turned back to the rack of gowns. Fee rushed to the other woman’s side. “It’s okay.”
“It is,” Bunny agreed with a deep breath. “She needs to watch what she says, though.”
“With Kendall, we have to take the good with the bad.”
“By the way, Bunny,” Kendall continued. “You’re stupid. You should’ve seen to your gown months ago.”
Bunny went rigid as Fee scowled.
“Mark wants to pay for everything and he just got the money for the gown,” Bunny explained.
“Mother!” a little kid squealed, as another baby’s babble reached them, breaking through the tension.
Fee turned as Rory bounced to her, his blond hair styled like his father’s, as was his boots, jeans, and T-shirt. Although Rory stood mere inches from Kendall, she focused on her husband, who held Ryder.