“And we can’t do that right here? We need to be in the bathroom?” I arch as he circles my right nipple with a fingertip.

“No, but I was kinda hoping you wanted to watch me touch you.” He leans in and kisses the swell of my breast, his soft beard rubbing my nipple.

I drop my face, using his hair to muffle my moan.

“And I don’t want you to feel like you have to be all quiet.” He sucks the tight peak, obviously trying to make a point.

I’ve come to learn part of Randy’s thing with bathroom sex is because he’s a fan of the mirror. He’s not an egomaniac, but he likes to see what he’s doing to me from an alternate perspective.

He holds out a hand, and I take it, excited for round one of cottage sex. I fully expect to be feeling it well into next week.

We’re almost at the bathroom when someone starts pounding on our bedroom door.

Randy pulls me over the threshold. “Ignore it. They’ll go away.”

“Hey, guys, uh, Sunny has a bit of a problem,” Miller says through the door.

Randy closes his eyes and exhales a long breath. “All I want is an all-access pass to the Vagina Emporium for an hour. Is that too damn much to ask?”

He sounds annoyed, but he pulls my dress back up to cover my boobs. Randy is nothing if not a loyal friend.

I kiss the side of his neck, close to his ear. “Tonight, when everyone goes to bed, you can have unlimited access.”

“That’s so fucking far away.”

He’s so cute when he’s pouting.

I open the door to find Miller with his hands shoved in his pockets, looking distressed. He glances at Randy, who’s shirtless, and then me. “I’m sorry I had to interrupt, but Sunny doesn’t have a bathing suit top that fits.”

Randy steps up behind me, ready to close the door in Miller’s face. “You cockblocked me over a bathing suit top?”

“I know it sounds ridiculous, but—”

“Lily’s bathing suit tops won’t fit Sunny,” Randy snaps.

I give him the eye. “Thanks for pointing that out.”

“I’m not saying it to be a jerk. I fucking love your boobs, you know that.” He goes to cup them, then realizes it’s not a good time. “I’m pointing out that she’s not going to get much coverage if she borrows something from you.”

His argument is solid. “Violet should have something that will fit her.”

“Uh, yeah, she’s busy right now and, uh, Sunny’s locked herself in the bathroom. She’s crying, and I can’t get her to stop.” He looks to me. “I figured maybe you could help. I’m really sorry. I know the timing is shitty.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I pat Randy on the chest. “Why don’t you change into your bathing suit? I’ll be back in a bit.”

“If I cry, will you help me take care of my hard-on?” Randy asks. He’s joking. Mostly.

“I’ll manage your situation later.” I leave him standing in the doorway, glaring at Miller as he and I walk away.

Sunny and Miller have taken the room next to us. From down the hall I can hear muffled, rhythmic thumping.

“Is that coming from Alex and Violet’s room?” I ask.

“Pretty sure, yeah,” Miller says, cringing.

“You’d think they’d pull the bed away from the wall.”

“They might actually be having sex against the door.”

“Right. Okay. That’s not awkward.”

“The story of my life, right there. I’m real sorry. I know everyone was probably looking for some private time, and I thought Sunny might be too, but then she got to unpacking…”

I give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “There’s plenty of time for privacy later.”

“I’m not sure Balls agrees with that.”

“Randy wants what he wants when he wants it. And he usually gets it. It won’t kill him to wait.”

Miller ushers me into their room. Sunny’s suitcase is open on the bed, a few items strewn on the comforter, but she’s nowhere to be seen. I can hear her crying in the bathroom, though.

I knock and let her know it’s me. She opens the door with a sniffle, one eye peeking through the narrow gap.

“Miller says you have bathing suit issues. Can I come in?”

She opens the door enough for me to get through. She has a team beach towel wrapped around her, hiding her bathing suit. Sunny is gorgeous in a modelesque way. I’ve always been envious of her long, curvy frame, which is so different from all my straight lines. Even though she’s super pregnant, she still looks amazing. The only obvious change is the basketball-shaped bump rounding out her tummy—and how shiny and thick her hair is. Sunny’s a walking advertisement for pregnancy. Not that it’s working on me.

I’m more than happy to be an auntie for several years. I’d also settle for a dog, which is a lot like a child but without the same possibility for messing things up.

Sunny hiccups. “I can’t go swimming this weekend.”

As her due date approaches, her emotional state grows more unstable. I don’t know if that’s normal, or just because she’s Sunny, but whatever the reason, she’s been crying. A lot. And that’s not the norm for Sunny. She’s usually exactly like her name: full of positive energy.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

Sunny drops the towel. She’s wearing a pair of lemon yellow bikini bottoms; I recognize them from last summer. The top, which fit her perfectly then, doesn’t cover even half of her chest.

“Wow. Your boobs have gotten a lot bigger.”

“They’re the size of my head.”

“I wouldn’t go quite that far.”

“My nipples are gigantic, too. You can see them through the material! Miller liked my nipples before. What if they’re always this big now? What if he doesn’t like them anymore? What if he doesn’t want to have sex with me this weekend? I’m so fat! And look at this line!” She points to her belly where a faint line runs from her navel and disappears under her bikini bottoms. “What is that even about? Why is it there?”

Sunny throws her arms around me, now in full-on sobbing mode. She’s never been one to fixate on her physical appearance, so this insecurity is new.