“I just did all the floors,” Sarah whines.
“When we’re done eating, I’ll carry him right to the tub. He won’t even touch the floors. Okay?”
“Fine,” she sighs.
“So, should we tell them?” Dixon takes a seat next to Sarah and looks at her with pure joy.
“Ooh, tell us what?” London asks excitedly.
“Go for it,” Sarah says.
“Well”—Dixon’s face lights up with a huge smile—“Sarah and I are expecting a baby.”
“No way. Awesome, man,” I say.
London claps her hands together and congratulates them. “When are you due?” she asks Sarah.
“Not for another eight months. It’s early.”
“What’s the due date again, babe?” Dixon places his hand on Sarah’s knee.
“March 13,” Sarah answers.
I turn to London in question, and she nods as her lips quirk up.
“We’re actually trying right now, too,” I say to t
