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a rose? The man couldn’t be bothered to spend the night?”
    “Devin didn’t owe me anything. I knew exactly what I was doing and now I’m paying for it.” I angrily jab my spoon into the ice cream. “I mean, just because I thought the weekend was amazing doesn’t mean he felt the same way.”
    “I happen to know for a fact that’s not true,” Lorie says, then immediately covers her mouth with her hand. “Shit.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Nothing. Ignore me.”
    “You’re lying!” Megan shouts. “Take her spoon!”
    I quickly snatch the spoon out of Lorie’s hand.
    “What the crap?”
    With a smirk, I wave it in front of her face. Lorie narrows her eyes before exhaling a deep breath.
    “Fine! Owen and Devin had breakfast a few days after the wedding. He said Devin wouldn’t shut up about you. However, he wouldn’t give any steamy details, which, according to Owen, is pretty unusual. Devin’s typically a big bragger when it comes to women.”
    This information shouldn’t make me happy, but it does.
    “Anything else?” Megan asks.
    Lorie grins at me. “Devin said the weekend was epic .”
    Megan squeals.
    I roll my eyes. I bet he changes his tune when he finds out I’m pregnant.
    “What are you thinking?” Megan asks me. “How are you feeling?”
    “I’m pretty freaked out, to be honest.”
    “Totally understandable,” Lorie says.
    “Sure, but aren’t you excited? I mean, it’s a baby.”
    “It sure is.” My sarcastic tone sounds harsh even to my ears. “That’s bad, isn’t it? I’m going to be a terrible mother.”
    Lorie shakes her head. “I think it’s completely normal to feel freaked out. You should take a few days off, see a doctor, and consider your options.”
    “And you should tell Devin,” Megan says quietly.
    Fear clenches my stomach. I can’t even imagine making that phone call. What would I say? What would he say? Would he even care?
    “She should get confirmation from a doctor first. Then she can tell Devin.”
    Megan shakes her head. “Maybe she wants Devin to go with her to the doctor.”
    “And maybe she’s independent and doesn’t need him to hold her hand.”
    “Maybe she wants him to hold her hand!”
    “ She is right here!” I toss my spoon in the carton and throw the blanket aside. “Thank you for coming. I’ll call the doctor first thing in the morning.”
    “I think she’s kicking us out,” Lorie mutters.
    I nod. “Megan, I don’t like asking you to keep this from your husband, but I would appreciate it if both of you would stay quiet until I figure out what I’m going to do.”
    “Absolutely,” she says.
    “Of course,” Lorie says, nodding.
    “Thank you. Now, I’m tired, emotional, and cranky, and I want to go to bed.”
    My best friends envelop me in their arms and promise me everything’s going to be okay. I walk them out and lock the door behind them.
    All I want to do is sleep.
    As I lay down in my bed, I let my hand drift along my stomach. Could ten pregnancy tests be wrong? I haven’t had any weird cravings or nausea—unless you count those brief moments of vomit-inducing fear when I was checking the test results on those stupid sticks. My only real clue is the fact that my period is nine days late.
    Could I be worrying for nothing?
    I allow myself a tiny glimmer of hope before falling into a deep sleep.
     

     
    I don’t even bother opening my umbrella as I make my way out of the doctor’s office. I’m thankful for the rain falling on my face, because it’ll mingle with my tears, and no one will be able to tell my entire world has just fallen apart.
    My gynecologist confirmed what I already knew. My sobs alerted him to the fact that this isn’t exactly happy news, and he spent the next hour discussing my options. He sent me home with pamphlets, vitamins, and a reminder of my next appointment.
    For the next two hours, I drive around the city and pray for divine intervention to help me make the right decision. This