Outtake: Girls, Girls, Girls #HavenSienaCatherine

Hey, loves! We’re back for the final outtake of the month.

This one is a request from my form. I had a request that asked to see the girls, Catherine, Siena, and Haven having a ladies’ lunch. Which I thought might be fun, considering the time in their lives in which I ended like Haven and Siena’s book, for example. And so, this little outtake was born.

So … do enjoy.

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Girls, Girls, Girls

Haven POV

“How,” Haven asked as the two women sat down at the table, “did I manage to get here before the two of you, and I’m three days over my due date?”

Siena laughed. “Come on, you know traffic sucks. And you pick the worst time of day for us to have to meet up.”

“Lies. I can’t help it that I never run into traffic like you do.”  

“And,” Catherine added, “some of us—me—just got back in from Cali last night, so …”

Haven rolled her eyes playfully. “Excuses, excuses.”

Their laughter drew the attention of the other patrons at the restaurant, but Haven didn’t really care. Let them look, she hoped they enjoyed their gawking.

The one thing she worried about the most after marrying Andino? That she wouldn’t be able to make friends. In his family, mostly. She felt like an outsider coming in, not that anyone had gone out of their way to make her feel as such, but she still did. The Marcellos had lived an entire life within the mafia, and keeping people out … Haven had been normal up until the day she met Andino, and she worried that might make it a little difficult to fit in.

And then there was these two.

Siena and Catherine.

Close to her age, also newly married, fun … and just her kind of people. They didn’t care about the details, or rules.

They just liked her.

And she liked them.

“When are they going to induce you so I can meet my cousin?” Catherine asked. “But she’s calling me Auntie C, and that’s decided.”

Haven sighed, and rubbed a hand over her swell, remembering how Andino had taken the time to do the exact same thing that morning before he headed out to work. In fact, he did that very thing every morning for her entire pregnancy, taking the time to stop and say hello to his unborn daughter, not to mention, tell her how much he loved her and couldn’t wait to meet her. It was sweet, really … a moment of his loving nature underneath his calm, controlled exterior. Nobody else but her was able to see those parts of him, and she loved it.

“This weekend,” Haven said, “if I don’t go into labor naturally.”

“Worried?” Catherine asked.

Haven shrugged as the server approached their table. “Not really—more about how they plan to induce me, and less about the birth itself. I mean, I have kind of came to the conclusion that I won’t be able to control anything about the birth. I say I’ll do it all naturally, and then I have false contractions for like five hours, and I seriously start to consider an epidural. So, let’s just wait and see how it goes.”

“I get that.”

Siena made a face. “I hear the drip is … rough.”

“Right? Anyway, I am trying everything to get this girl to come out on her own before the weekend so I don’t have to worry about it.”

“The usual, ladies?”

The server hadn’t even bothered to pull the pad and pen out of her apron. All the employees at Andino’s restaurant were used to seeing Haven come in and out, not for the last few months … Catherine, Siena, and Haven all made an effort to come each Wednesday to have breakfast, a late brunch, or lunch depending on their schedules. Sometimes, it was just Siena and Haven, if Catherine was out the state for work, too.

Nonetheless, they were used to them.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Catherine said, “oh, and that raspberry tea for Haven.”

“That sounds disgusting.”

“I heard it’s good for dilation.”

Haven considered that. “Fine, I’ll suck it up.”

“So, you’re really trying everything?” Siena asked, grinning just a bit.

“Pretty much.”

“I mean … everything?”

Even Catherine snickered at that.

Haven blamed it on mommy brain, even if her baby wasn’t born yet—wait, was pregnancy brain a thing, too?—why she couldn’t figure out what Siena was trying to say. “Why are you both snickering like teenage girls?”

“Sex,” Catherine said, reaching across the table to snag a packet of sugar for the coffee the server had poured into her mug. “She’s asking if you’re having a lot of sex, and if so, we hope it’s been good sex.”

Just like that, Haven understood.

Her cheeks pinked.

The easy answer?

And the obvious one?

Yes.

Actually, she swore from the moment Andino knew she was pregnant, it was like his desire to fuck jumped up a notch or two. Not like he didn’t already try to get her horizontal on whatever flat surface that he could whenever he had the chance, but add pregnancy to it, and the man was fucking insatiable.

It didn’t matter how big she got, or the fact that with being bigger came difficulties which made them need to figure out more interesting ways to get the deed done … he still loved it, and frankly, so did she.

Sex was great when pregnant.

Nerves for days.

And that man found every single one of them.

“Well?” Siena asked.

Haven grinned. “Yeah, that, too.”

“Get it as much as you can now,” Catherine said, winking, “because once the princess is here, you know what they say … at least for a little while, there’ll be none of that.”

“Shame, that is.”

She meant that, too. In every sense of the word.

Their laughter drew attention again.

Haven didn’t care.

Women should draw attention.

Girls made the world go round.

She rubbed her stomach again, feeling the baby shift under her palm, reminding her that soon … she would be adding another girl to their little crew. She couldn’t wait. 

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