"So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"
“Obviously right as they’re getting right of the car for kindergarten. Then they can dwell on the reasons that smothering the baby would be wrong.”
Billie nodded, putting a dramatic hand over her mouth and nodded. “Yes, Tate Langdon, I will marry you.” She told him, taking one of his hands to pull him off the floor. “But we’re waiting until after the baby is born, I’m not having those trailer trashy pregnant wedding pictures like my sister, okay?”
"…I dunno…those pictures were pretty hot.” And before his words could register and she could give him a playful hit, he pressed a kiss to her lips. “I’m joking, by the way,” he said after pulling away. “Your sister’s like twelve.”
Billie considered shoving him away but kissed her boyfriend anyway, though she was unsure why. "She's seventeen, and she was like eight months pregnant at that shotgun wedding. You're just lucky my dad likes you." She chuckled. "Or else he woulda shot ya' dead."













