“It had the highest review of any nearby.”
“Well, let's go judge for ourselves, then.” Hailey grinned, practically bolting out of the car.
Ten minutes later, we were pressed into a small booth, me with a single scoop of strawberry ice cream, and Hailey with a cookie butter sundae.
“Are you sure you can eat all that?” I asked, eyeing the massive scoops of diabetes.
It was giant, more than anyreasonablehuman could eat in one sitting. There had to be five scoops of ice cream in that monstrosity, along with whipped cream, sauces, cookies, and other add-ons.
“Yes. Because it is delicious,” Hailey said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Also, the baby wanted like three different flavors, and who am I to deny them?”
She shrugged, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that burst out.
Personally, I would be nauseated if I ate that much, but I wasn't going to question the pregnant omega any further, my mind drifting.
“I'm sorry for falling asleep on you the other night.”
Hailey waved off my concern. “It was actually quite comfortable. It was a good night.”
“It was, wasn't it? I didn't even mind the headache I had the next day.”
“I'm surprised you were even able to function with how much whiskey you guys drank.”
“We are seasoned pros. Preston can put some drinks away too. There was this time in college when he drank so much that I thought he was going to be passed out for three days, and instead, he went to anexamthe next day and aced it.”
“That doesn't sound normal.”
“The lucky bastard rarely gets hangovers. Sometimes, he's nice and helps me and Wilder if we're feeling a little worse for wear, but other times, he's a butthead about it. The man absolutelyhatesvacuuming, and yet, you can bet after a heavy night of drinking, he'll suddenly decide at six a.m. that theentire houseneeds to be vacuumed.”
Hailey's mouth dropped open. “Oh, that's justcruel.”
“I think Wilder had broken some of his gym equipment while drunk, so maybe we had it coming.”
Hailey took a bite of ice cream. “Okay, that I can understand a bit better. Still, if he ever turns the vacuum on before midday when I'm in the house, Iwillstrangle him.”
I chuckled. “I'll make sure he knows.”
Hailey picked up a spoon of ice cream and popped it into her mouth, shifting from side to side happily in an adorable little dance as she tasted the sweet treat.
“Okay, this isgood.” She pointed at the bowl of ice cream in front of her.
“It really is,” I agreed, taking a bite of my modest scoop of strawberry ice cream.
I wasn't the biggest on sweets and desserts, but lately the taste ofstrawberryhad been especially appealing.
She frowned at her ice cream. “You know what, I think you may have made a mistake bringing me here.”
“Why?” I asked, trying to ignore the spike of panic in my chest at her words.
Shit. Did I fuck up? What did I do?
“This stuff is so good that I'm going to crave it all the time, and it's a bit of a drive. I'm going to be pestering you at three a.m. if the baby wants this ice cream.”
“You know you can get some ice cream to take home and store in the freezer from this place,” I pointed out.
Hailey's eyes went wide, her mouth dropping open into that adorable little O shape.
“Well, why didn't you say that sooner?!”