I twirl my finger in the air to signal for him to hurry it up.
He frowns again and shakes his head as he listens.
“Get off the phone,” I mouth.
“I’m fucking trying,” he mouths back.
My phone beeps a text. It’s Cameron.
Where are you?
I text back.
In Murph’s office.
Two minutes later, Cameron walks into Adrian’s office, followed by Tiffany with our coffees.
“Hey,” he calls. “What’s up? What couldn’t wait?”
I gesture to Adrian. “Wait for him.”
He takes a seat at the desk and yawns into his hand. “Thank God you made me go home on Friday night. I can hardly remember being at Carson’s.
“God, you’re an ugly chick.” I wince.
“That lipstick is bloody hard to get off, you know. I had to work yesterday and my lips were fucking burning from scrubbing the shit off. I had to wear lip balm.”
I smirk. “Get off the phone,” I mouth at Adrian.
“Who is he speaking to?” Cameron frowns.
I shrug. “Some whiner.”
Adrian finally hangs up and looks at me, deadpan, as he takes his coffee from the tray. “Why are you in my office?”
I smile an exaggerated smile.
They both look at me in confusion.
“Natasha’s pregnant.”
They both stare at me dumbfounded, not saying anything.
“Did you hear me?”
“What?” Adrian frowns.
“Serious?” Cameron asks.
“Deadly.” I smile.
“Deadly pregnant?” I hear a touch of excitement fill Adrian’s voice.
“I’m not supposed to tell anyone.”
Cameron grabs me in a rough handshake and puts his head with mine.
“We don’t count,” Adrian whispers as he lets his excitement flow and grabs me in an embrace.
“I know. You both don’t count. But don’t let on I’ve told you, especially not to Natasha.”
“Oh my God.” Adrian starts to jump around and then his face falls as he joins the dots. “But… Tash was drunk on Friday night.”
“Yes, she didn’t know.” My eyes flicker to Cameron. “Is that a problem?”
He screws up his face. “Not ideal. But a lot of women don’t always know at first. It should be ok.”
I smile brightly again. “That’s what Dr. Google said. What else should I know?” I ask.
“About pregnancy?”
I nod as I sip my coffee.
His face falls. “Are you only telling me so you can get medical information?”
“Of course.”
He curls up his top lip and shakes his head at Adrian. “Figures,” he mumbles under his breath. “How far along is she?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. We are going to the doctors this afternoon.”
“We are having a baby?” Adrian repeats. “For reals.”
“I’m having a baby.” I grin. “You are just helping.”
Adrian puts his hand over his heart. “Oh, I just want to squeeze my girl.”
“She’s my girl and you don’t fucking know yet,” I mutter into my coffee cup.
“Oh, right.” He flops down onto the lounge. “We should go get drunk or something.”