“Did you know about this?” I twist my head to question my husband while Aiden squeezes the breath out of me.

He shakes his head, smiling ear to ear. “Just as shocked as you are.”

I scan the room, taking in all the faces that have quickly become familiar since moving here. The guys and their wives, of course. Anika. The security team and road crew and their wives. Then my eyes land on my three closest friends standing off to the side, and I do a double take. My heart nearly leaps out of my chest with pure joy.

Abandoning my husband, I run over and say hello. “What are y’all doing here?”

“Anika invited us.” Darci beams.

“We wouldn’t have missed your baby shower for the world.” Margo immediately reaches out to touch the bump. “You’re really starting to pop, chick.”

“Hush,” Lizzie’s chastises. “She looks amazing.”

“I can’t believe you guys are here.” I fan my eyes, trying to dry the mounting tears before they drag mascara down my face. Once I’ve regained my composure, I bring my besties over to meet my new friends.

They instantly hit it off. Even Anika is pleasant. Guess you only get the royal treatment from that one when you’re dating a member of the band.

“What’s your glass say?” I take Darci’s mimosa from her hand, smiling at the inscription. “Poppin’ Bottles” on one side and “Showering baby Livingston” on the other.

“Cute, right?” Korie gushes. “The guys got Koozies that say, ‘There’s a baby brewing.’” She snorts.

“This is too much.” I laugh when I see the boys and Anika engaged in an intense game of “Binkie Pong.” “Who knew alcohol themed baby showers were a thing?”

“If there’s something booze themed, this gang’ll find it, all right,” Lizzie muses.

“What are you looking at?” I ask, following my sister-in-law’s line of sight. “Or should I say who?”

“Oh, my God. Stop staring.” Her cheeks flame.

“You got a thing for Frank, bestie?”

“Shut up.” She elbows me in the arm, tearing her eyes away from where he’s posted near the door.

I throw my hands out in surrender. “Just saying, I could probably arrange a date.”

“Don’t bother.” She sighs.

“Why not? Frank’s great.”

“He is,” she agrees. “But he’s also permanently stationed in Nashville now that the band is, and I’m in California.” She shrugs. “Not really into the whole long-distance thing. I have the kids back home, and my parents would die if I moved them away. It’s just not a good idea to start something that could never go anywhere.”

“Good dick is always a good idea,” Raven offers, listening intently to our conversation. “But remember, ladies.” She points up to the sign above head. “Booze plus bad decisions makes babies.”