Put Your Heart Where Your Mouth Is

I was muttering to myself, pacing, and Garrett was biting his lip. "What's wrong?"

I pushed my hair over my shoulder. "I don't know if I'm supposed to tell anyone yet?" It came out as a question. Why was I so worked up? "Uh, well...Wren never said anything about not telling you. It should be kind of obvious that I'd tell you."

Garrett smiled. "I feel so loved."

"As you should." I sat down next to him on the bed, and rested my head on his shoulder. "Wren's pregnant."

He was quiet for a second. "I didn't know Kennedy had it in him."

I snorted with laughter. "I know, right?" I continued playing with the zipper on the sweatshirt I was wearing, which just so happened to be his. “They’re making us godparents, you know.” That last bit came out a little more timid than I expected.

I thought being somewhat responsible for the child that was going to be my niece or nephew meant that Garrett and I literally had to be together forever. For my sake, Wren and Kennedy’s sake, and for the sake of their spawn.

“Killer.” He grinned before kissing me. “But we’ve got sound check in like...twenty minutes, so we have to go.” He took my hand, and we walked out to the parking lot to an awkward van-full of people, all staring at Kennedy and his now-pregnant girlfriend.

“So what about the band?”

“You’re not dropping out of the tour, are you?”

“I love babies.” Pat said, completely out of nowhere. I giggled.

“You’re nuts if you think you’re going anywhere near it.” Kennedy snorted, with his arm around Wren’s waist. Something on her left hand glinted, and I was sure I hadn’t seen it before.

“But I’ve already named it.” Pat said, crossing his arms firmly.

“I’m scared to ask.” John said, making a face.

“Osgood Schmidtty. It was the coolest unisex name I could think of.”

“Unisex?” Wren giggled, “Right, because you can definitely picture a little girl in pigtails being named Osgood Schmidtty.”

“It’s a running title, if you will.” Pat nodded before clambering to the back of the van. “I want to sit by Andrea!!”

I rolled my eyes, watching everyone else head for their seats. I grabbed Wren’s elbow, accidentally almost jerking her over backwards. “How long has that ring been there?” I asked, nodding down to the gigantic rock on her small finger.

“Since it, uh, happened.” Wren said, poking the toe of[ s]my her converse in the pile of dirt on the ground. “Why do you think we had sex?”

“So you’re getting married, you're pregnant, and people are supposed to think you were engaged first?” I said, biting my lip to keep from laughing. “That’s going to go over well.”

“After tour’s over, we were planning on just going somewhere, the two of us, and getting married.”

“That’s so...Britney.” Garrett said, speaking for the first time.

Wren hit his arm. “I’m not a tacky hillbilly.”

“And you’re not apartment-complex trash, so why make it a secret?” I asked, shoving my hands into my pockets.

“I can’t tell my parents about this.” She said, “I’m nineteen years old!”

I nodded, and Garrett and I got into the back of the van, by a very expectant looking Kirch. “Someone didn’t think anything over.” I mumbled to Garrett.

He smiled slightly, not wanting anyone to see. “We might be the only normal couple here.”

“But you’re not.” Jared said, turning around in his seat. “Have you even had sex yet?”

I looked at my shoes, and then at Garrett, and then at Garrett’s shoes. “Uh...”

Garrett’s arm was now around my shoulders. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“Uh-huh...” John said, “That’s normal...”

I frowned. Was it so weird to wait?