Gavin asked. “If you think we can pull it off, then, yes.” Becca paced her living room, not paying attention to how beautiful it looked. It was Saturday morning. Shana had finished up the decorating last night. Becca had cried, it looked so nice. “Do you think we can, Gavin?” Her worry about her brothers’ arrival was becoming increasingly stronger. “I don’t see why not.” He didn’t look quite as confident as he sounded. “I think they’ll expect me to be behaving a little differently,” she said. “After all, I’ve never been married before.” “You’re probably right.” She pressed her hands to her stomach. Gavin had made her eat some toast, which had helped settle her queasiness some but not completely. “C’mere,” he said, taking her hand, leading her to the couch and forcing her to sit beside him. “Let’s run through this one last time. Why did you pretend you eloped in the first place?” She focused on the goal. “For them, especially Eric. He won’t relax until he knows I’m being taken care of.
