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Medically speaking, unless either one of them has had a surgical procedure to prevent pregnancy, anything is possible. The only other thing that would make it impossible is practicing abstinence, and unfortunately, only one of us is doing that at the moment.

Morgan turns and points her finger like I’m about to get reprimanded. “You can’t tell anyone this, I swear to god.”

I have to bite back my smirk because I can tell she’s serious about whatever she’s about to say. “Your secret is safe with me.”

She inches closer to me, stopping when she reaches my legs. “And you can’t laugh or make fun of me. Okay?”

I arch a brow. “Can’t promise that.”

“Fine,” she concedes with a groan, sitting back on her heels. “Walker and I decided to start trying to have a baby. But this was the first month, and I fucked up my ovulation testing strips, so I think we missed the window. Apparently it’s, like, a lot harder to get pregnant than they teach you in school.”

I stare at her for a second, wondering how she went from someone who was adamant that she would never get married to someone who’s trying to have kids with her husband after only a few months. Walker must have a really incredible dick, or something, because there’s no way she would do this for anyone else.

Tabling that thought for later, I ask, “Why can’t we tell anyone, Morg? That’s amazing news.”

She sighs, chewing on her thumbnail nervously. “Because Cass and Parker have been trying, and I don’t want to hurt their feelings if it happens before them.”

I look down, feeling slightly guilty that I didn’t know. I’m sure they probably told me at some point, but I’ve been so focused on myself and my problems that I haven’t paid attention to anyone else’s.

“They’re going to be happy for you either way.”

Cassidy has one of the purest souls of anyone I’ve ever met. She would never dampen someone else’s happiness, even if she was struggling. And given how obsessed my brother is with Carter, he would be thrilled to have another baby to spoil, even if it wasn’t his own.

Morgan swallows, her expression more uncertain than excited. “So you’re sure it’s not rabies?”

I offer her a smile. “Only one way to find out . . . do you have any pregnancy tests?”

Chapter 31

Caroline

“Okay, now don’t move,” Morgan says as she pinches together the unforgiving fabric at the top of my Halloween costume. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I chuckle to myself, bracing myself for her to yank the zipper up.With my exam behind me, I figured that I would stop by Morgan and Walker’s house early to help them set up for the Halloween party. Walker was still at work, but Morgan and I have been running around the house all afternoon, hanging decorations and snacking on candy that she’s going to leave out for the trick-or-treaters.

We finally took a break to get dressed since people are supposed to get here in an hour or so, and now that I’m standing here, I’m slightly terrified of what I agreed to because it feels like I’ve willingly crawled into a vacuum made of PVC.

“Not harboring any sadistic tendencies, Morg?” I tease, sucking in my stomach to help her win her battle with the zipper. “That shocks me.”

“Not my style.” Morgan snaps the back of my costume, making a prickle of pain dance against my skin. “But maybe I could get into it for you, Madame.”

Her eyes widen as she spins me around, taking in my final look. “Holy fuck.”

“What?” I ask, feeling my nose wrinkle in embarrassment because my friend is genuinely gawking at me like I’m some sort of rare species at the zoo. “Did I put it on wrong or something?”

Morgan’s lips twist into a smirk that’s borderline evil.

“Oh . . . it’s wrong alright.”

I sigh as I brush past her, walking toward the full-length mirror in the corner of her bedroom so that I can assess the damage for myself.

When she insisted on buying my Halloween costume, I figured she would choose the skimpiest, most over-the-top set that she could find on the internet. Something that I would inevitably have to change out of the second I put it on.

But this is different.

The black lingerie could pass as a one-piece swimsuit, if it wasn’t for the shiny material . . . and zippers strategically placed along the crotch and nipples. The tight fabric hugs my body in ways that not even my expensive shapewear could achieve, holding me in and boosting everything up to make me feel sexy and powerful.

“Wow,” I whisper to myself as I spin around, taking in the surprising amount of lift that the outfit gives my ass, despite the cheeky coverage.

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