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Thatll be a fun one to explain to Alex, I muttered, pushing Jenny backwards out of the door as we arrived at my oor. Oh, sorry, darling, we burnt the apartment down to see whether or not the new neighbour downstairs was as chivalrous as Jenny assumed he was after a fourteen-second conversation. Screw you, she replied, giving me the nger for extra emphasis. A real lady, worthy of a real gentleman, I smiled over the top of the tree. One hour, two arguments and three beers later, the Christmas tree was safely ish in its stand and towering proudly over my apartment.

It only leaned ever so slightly to the left and somehow wed managed to string the fairy lights without throttling each other, but sheer exhaustion and desperate thirst meant wed been forced to pause in the decorating for a beer break.

So, you didnt nish your story. Jenny picked a single stray pine needle from her sweater and tossed it on the oor with disgust. She was so thoughtful. Whats going on in the ofce? I didnt nish because you were too busy cracking on to Doug to let me nish, I stated. Actually, Id barely even started. Then stop whining and start now, she said, curling her legs up underneath her.

Whats the goss at Gloss? Gloss had launched ten months earlier and, against all odds, it was doing really, really well.

While other 5 magazines were disappearing from the stands, our weekly freebie was everywhere. We had even launched an enhanced iPad edition that people were actually paying for it was crazy. And while I was the rst to put my hand up and say the editorial was fantastic possibly because I was deputy editor , it really was all down to Delia. She was an incredible businesswoman and no one on earth was able to say no to her.

Every time I saw her, I wanted to do a little dance and sacrice a goat. Or maybe just give her aKit Kat. Admittedly, I saw her less and less as themagazine got bigger and bigger. I knew her grandfather, Bob, the president of Spencer Media and ultimately our big boss, was grooming her to move up in the company and while I was happy for her, I wasnt ready for her to disappear from the mag. Bob was basically the Donald Trump of publishing, which might have sounded like an exaggeration if I hadnt known for a fact that Delia and The Donald were on rst-name terms.

While the New York billionaires club was bigger than you might think, it was still pretty cliquey. Theres nothing specic, I said. Its just a feeling. Mary and Delia have been in and out of each others ofces all week and theyve both been very quiet around me or so Theyve been quiet or youve been extra loud? It is December.

I gure youve been running around in some ugly Santa sweater singing holiday songs since the rst, right? Dont interrupt me. She didnt need to know that was exactly what Id been doing.

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Theyve been weird, all right? Something is up. You didnt think to just ask them? Oh Jenny, you and your common sense.

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Um, no? Right, Jenny sighed, because why would you do something as obvious as that? Oh, fuck off. I hopped up and grabbed two fresh beers from the fridge, popping the tops and handing one to Jenny. I want everything to be OK, thats all. Youd know if it wasnt, she reassured me. Youre a pain in the ass like that. I nodded slowly, considering her sage advice.

Tomorrow, I would march into Marys ofce and ask what was going on. Denitely tomorrow or the day after. Although maybe it would be better to wait until Monday. By Monday, I would totally know when I was going to ask.

We ought to be drinking mulled wine. I frowned at the bottle of Brooklyn lager, changing the subject. Or at least eggnog. Mulled wine takes too long and eggnog tastes like shit, Jenny pointed out. While my old Topshop jeans and Splendid T-shirt were speckled with a years worth of dust from the tree ornament boxes, Jennys black leather leggings and white cashmere sweater looked like she had just slipped them on.

Probably because shed been about as much help as a chocolate teapot as soon as shed taken her coat off. Besides, youre the one who insists on living in hipsterville. I dont think you would nd either of those things on Bedford Avenue. I can sniff out Christmas like Rudolph the red-nosed bloodhound, I said, sipping the cool, bubbly goodness. Christmas makes everything better, even hipsters. Nothing makes hipsters better, Jenny disagreed.

Give me a man in a suit any day. I reminded her, putting my beer down and grabbing my handbag while I was still sober enough to climb the stepladder. And havent you been doing so for some time? Yeah, I think that might have come to a natural end, you know? What the hell are you doing?

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Im going to hide a copy of The Great Gatsby in the ceiling, I explained, holding up a small padded envelope. Its Alexs Christmas present and I know hell go looking for it if I dont hide it.

I think youre confusing Alex with yourself.

Jenny eyed my climb up the ladder with badly hidden nerves but didnt offer to get off her arse and help. Never had him pegged for a reader. Unlike you, he reads all the time, I replied, straining to open the vent cover. There was a reason I let boys do things like this, feminism be damned. Ive tried to get him to watch telly like normal people but he wont have it. I read, she protested, at on her back across the sofa.

Like, every day. I dont know if self-help books actually count as reading. I nally got the vent open enough to slide the book inside without trapping my ngers. And have you read them all yet? When do you know if youre self-helped?

Self-improvement is a process, Angela, Jenny announced. Its a journey without a destination. Whats going on with Craig? Thats kind of the issue.

She pulled 8 a thick strand of shiny hair upwards until the curl straightened out, then let it spring back down onto her face. I think Im ready to date a guy who wants to take me out for dinner instead of ordering pizza. There are only so many evenings a girl can spend watching Breaking Bad until three a. Yeah, I agreed, wondering whether or not that number was as high for Jenny as it was for me. Dude, can you believe Erin has two babies? Two of them. Its crazy. It is weird.

I pretended not to notice that shed changed the subject. I gured wed get around to whatever was really bothering her sooner or later. One minute there were no babies, now there are two babies. It feels like she moved away or something. Our friend Erin had recently rebranded herself from a super-hot PR maven into a baby-making machine. As soon as she was married, she got pregnant with Arianna and as soon as Arianna was sitting up straight, she was pregnant with Thomas Junior.

Obviously, she wasnt quite so available for manicure dates and spurof-the-moment cocktails as she used to be. I know, I talked to her yesterday for the rst time in a week. Says shes coming back to work super soon. Jenny made a clucking noise. But, dude, one baby and your own business is one thing, but two? Its not going to be easy. Erin has two babies. I rested my head on the cool steel of the stepladder and shuddered. I cant even process the fact that she has one.

Its madness. Its like you having a baby. And why wouldnt I have a baby? Jenny looked up sharply.

I saw her tightly drawn mouth and arched 9 eyebrow and closed my eyes. Oh bollocks. Im fundamentally unbabyable? Thats not what I meant. I was too tired to pick my words as carefully as they needed to be picked.

It had been a long day, Id just put up a Christmas tree and I was halfway inside an air-conditioning vent. Me and my bright ideas. I only meant that its strange that when I moved here, we were all single and going out and dating different guys and stuff and now Erins got two babies, youve been dating Craig forever, Im married to a boy and it just seems weird when you think about it.

That should do it. And now to shufe backwards out of the air-conditioning vent and safely back down the ladder. Piece of piss. So you think it would be weird for me to have a baby? You think I wouldnt be a good mom? Oh, for fucks sake. No, Im sure you would be amazing, I said, shufing half an inch at a time, clenching my hands into tiny, tight sts and then stretching out my ngers as far as they would go.

A yoga teacher had once told me it would calm me down in stressful situations. She was incorrect. Whats this all about? Wheres it coming from? Well, Ive been thinking, Jenny said, sitting up and ufng out her hair. I want to have a kid. I paused on the ladder, took a moment and considered my response. You mean you want to have a baby at some point in the distant future? Jenny shook her head.

I mean I want to have a baby now. I breathed out slowly, pufng up more dust, and 10 spun my wedding ring round and round on my nger. Maybe if I rubbed it hard enough a genie would appear and I could wish some common sense into my best friend. Ive been thinking about it, Jenny said, launching into her clearly prepared speech before I had a chance to get a word in.

Theres never going to be a better time. Ive got a great job with great maternity benets and Id absolutely be able to work around my pregnancy. So many of the girls in the ofce are pregnant right now, Erins been talking about opening a day care centre in the building.

In the building? I asked. Next to the gym, Jenny nodded. Of course. I raised my eyebrows and tried to restrain the tutting noise I was desperate to make. Where else? Sometimes I forgot Erin was obscenely wealthy. Most people would just get a childminder but why bother with that when you could open your own nursery? Jenny had been working for Erins PR company for a couple of years and she was good at it.

She was also good at making rash decisions without thinking about the long-term effects on her life. Usually it meant spending a months rent on shoes, dip-dying her hair badly or indulging in the odd love affair with a complete dickhead, but a baby? This was a worry. Ive got a great apartment, great friends, Im healthy, nancially stable and I want a baby. She sounded so pleased with herself, I didnt quite know what to do. Why wouldnt I do it?

The longer I wait, the harder its going to be. Im going to say something controversial now, I 11 said, shufing down the ladder with three drinks worth of utter grace. But is Craig, who is still techni cally your boyfriend as far as I know, the best candidate for Father of the Year? I tensed, gripping the metal handlebars, expecting her to pull the ladder out from under me. Instead, she laughed.

It was tough to say whether or not a shot to the chops would have surprised me more. Oh Angie, Craig? Something Id said had clearly tickled her. No way! Craig can barely look after himself. And its been fun but we both know it isnt serious. I was confused. Did we know that? We, you and me, or we, you and Craig? We, me and everyone. She spoke very slowly, rolling her eyes. I thought. As though I was the mentally unstable one in the situation?

Craig knows this is what it is. Hes not ready to have a baby. But you denitely, denitely, super certainly are? I trod as carefully as humanly possible, metaphorically and literally. After all, a slap could still be in the ofng. This is the biggest decision youll ever make, Jenny. Which is why Ive been thinking about it so seriously, Angie. She gave me a gentle, knowing smile. I assumed shed been working on it as her maternal look. Its all Ive thought about for, like, days. And that was the precise moment when I lost my shit.

Like, a week. Two weeks, she muttered into her beer bottle.

Since Erin had TJ. Youve been thinking about it for days? I knew I was shrieking but I had absolutely no control over the 12 volume or pitch of my own voice. You cant make a decision like this that quickly, Jenny. Just because someone you know recently heaved a tiny person out of their vagina doesnt mean you should do the same.

If Erin jumped off a cliff, would you jump after her? I jumped off the bottom step and gave her the frowning of a lifetime. Its hardly the same, she snapped back. I want a baby. And I want a unicorn to y me to work every day but thats not going to happen, is it? Unicorns dont y! Jenny shouted.

Thats not the point! I shouted back. We stared at each other in silence for a few moments, Jenny sipping her beer, me imagining how useful a ying unicorn might actually be. Anything else was too traumatic to think about. I have an appointment with my ob-gyn tomorrow after work, Jenny said quietly after a couple of minutes.

I was going to ask you to come with me but if you dont feel comfortable, Ill ask Sadie. Of course Ill come, you daft cow, I replied, lifting up her legs and dropping onto the sofa. Clearly I was going to have to go along, if only to make sure she didnt accidentally fall on someones penis en route. I just dont want you to rush into anything thats permanent. Like running away from home and moving to New York without knowing a single soul and ending up married to one of the only decent men left in the Tri-State area and landing your dream job?

She pursed her lips and raised her eyes to the ceiling. Ooh, the sneaky cow would use my own silverlining fuck-ups against me. Because if I hadnt met you and listened when you tried to talk some sense into me, I would have been back at home by now, either living with my parents or, God forbid, married to a horrible man who was cheating on me.

Whatever, she replied, setting her empty beer bottle on the oor and slapping me back. But youll come with me tomorrow?

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To the doctors? Ill come to the doctors with you. I held her cold, damp hand in mine and gave it a squeeze.

But Im staying at the head end. Im not getting involved with anything in stirrups. Youre such a prude, she sniffed, pulling away and turning her nose up at my lthy sweater. I would totally take a look at your cervix if you asked me to.

And I never, ever will, I promised. Well, would you look at that we have a tree. I heard the door close behind Alex an hour or so after Jenny had left, while I was busy adding the decorations to my masterpiece. It was taking longer than I had anticipated and Id already cried twice.

Dressing the Christmas tree always made me emotional. As did drinking four beers in an hour and a half with my wannabe-babymama best friend. We do, I said, turning my face up for a kiss as he tossed the mail on the coffee table behind me.

I was on my way home and Jenny was coming over and I thought, well, we might as well pick it up and save you a job at the weekend. And she doesn't think her boyfriend Alex will be keen.

A girls' weekend in Vegas with her best friend Jenny seems the perfect way to forget her troubles. From the minute they arrive Angela is swept up in a whirl of cocktails, outrageous outfits, late nights and brushes with the chapel of love. But rather than escaping trouble, Angela is up to her neck in it But what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas — right?

Fourth in the bestselling series. Fiction Romance. Publication Details Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Imprint: HarperCollins Publication Date: I Heart. Lindsey Kelk Author Lindsey Kelk is an author, journalist and prolific tweeter. More about Lindsey Kelk.

I Heart Vegas Embed.I love her! Thatll be a fun one to explain to Alex, I muttered, pushing Jenny backwards out of the door as we arrived at my oor.

Never had him pegged for a reader. But tting real life around work did mean some of the shine had gone off our relationship. I assumed shed been working on it as her maternal look. I Knew You Were Trouble.

I would totally take a look at your cervix if you asked me to. It didn't have some big A-HA moment, but the plot wan't going in the direction I tought it would be going, and I'm not going to lie, sometimes I was even afraid of what could happened.

Regardless, the fact of the matter was, he just wasnt that keen on me and this unquestionably seasonal, yet unrequested new carpet of Christmas tree needles in the lobby was not going to go down well.

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