Page 99 of A Pizza My Heart

A small smile curves her lips up and she shakes her head. “I don’t think I’ll be worrying about that for the next several months.”

My mouth drops open. “You’re pregnant!”

She nods, trying to keep her smile in place, but it crumbles, more tears pouring from her eyes.

“I’m fucking pregnant and my stupid-ass baby daddy left me when he found out.”

“Oh, Drew.” I hold her to me again. “It’s going to be just fine. I promise. We’ll figure this out together.”

For some reason, this makes her cry even harder.

I squeeze her tighter, sitting here with her until she’s out of tears.

She swipes at her cheeks. “Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, you nut.”

“Sorry.” She grins. “I’m so happy you didn’t leave me stranded on the side of the road, Wren.”

“I’m so happy you stalked me and made me be your friend.”

She gives herself a shake, retrieving her water sitting on the table and chugging half the bottle. “Okay, phew. Enough about me. Let’s talk about Foster.”

I groan and throw myself back on the couch. “Let’s not. Let’s talk about how your baby daddy is a complete and total dick and we’re going to castrate him. That sounds so much more interesting.”

“We’ll get to that later.” She waves me off. “Come on. Tell me what’s holding you back, besides the whole being recently divorced thing.”

“It’s… Well, he’s Foster, you know. He’s my best friend.”

“That’s it.” She stands, shoving her sleeves up. “I’m fighting him.”

“You’re pregnant.”

“Pregnant, but I can still kick his ass. You’remybest friend.”

I laugh and pull her back down to the couch. “While you could totally take him, sit your ass down. We’ll work out a plan to castrate him too.”

She holds her fist out for mine. “Bump on it.”

I do, laughing.

“Anyway,” I continue, “we have an amazing friendship. We always have. I don’t want to screw that up.”

“I get that,” she says. “But—and hear me out on this—he’s been in love with you for years now and it hasn’t been weird. It’s been normal between you two, right?”

“Correct. Things only started getting…intense when he moved back to town.”

“Because he’s grown up. Becauseyou’vegrown up. He’s not that same Foster who left, and you’re not the same Wren he left. It’s okay that you’re attracted to him now.”

“Is it though? Shouldn’t I not want to go there because of our past?”

“I’ll say it again: if I had someone who looked at me the way that boy looks at you, I’d go anywhere he wanted to go. I knew he was into you before I even knew who he was.”

“Bull.”

“Bull my ass,” she huffs. “He was watching you in the dining area.”

“No he wasn’t. He was on a date.”

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