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He shifts in his seat beside me. “Told you not to call me that.”
I smirk. “Just trying to get a rise out of you.” I crumble up the empty wrapper and throw it in the to-go bag. I grab my milkshake and lean back on the couch. “So, telling people.”
“I’m ready if you are. It’s been really hard not to tell my parents. And I’ll be honest, I have no clue how the crew is going to react.”
“I think they’ll be shocked, but they love us, so hopefully they go easy on us. Now that the doctor’s appointment is over and we have our place locked down, it’s real. Like really real. I want to tell them.”
“Your parents are still in Philly?”
“They are. I was thinking about inviting them up next weekend. We could tell them then.”
“Sounds good. We could make a weekend of it. Tell your parents on Saturday and mine on Sunday.”
I snort. “What a fun-filled weekend.”
“What do you think about telling everyone else tonight? We can wait if you’re too tired. I know today has been a lot.”
“We could do that. Want to invite them over here? You have more room.”
He grabs his phone from the coffee table to send a text to the group chat. “That works. I’ll just tell them to come over for the game, and then we can drop the news.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Melonie
Iknock on Linc’s door around 6:45. After our talk, I ran home to shower and change. Even with all of my nerves around telling our friends about our life-changing news, I didn’t throw up. Winning.
Linc opens the door and gives me a smile. I know he’s so excited to tell everyone, and it’s encouraging for me because I’m nervous. The logical part of my mind tells me that our friends will support us, probably be happy and understand our choices in how we progress, but it’s still eating away at me. I won’t even allow myself to think about telling my mom next weekend. I have a feeling she’s going to have a lot to say about the situation.
I drop my purse on the table in the entryway and walk into the living room, finding a seat next to Gigi. The sports commentators on the TV are talking about the Red Sox’s winning streak. Linc walks in from the kitchen and hands me a water.
He leans down to my ear. “Want to do this now? Ready?”
I take a deep breath and nod my head. “Will you grab my purse? The pictures are in there.”
He brings me my purse and then grabs the remote, lowering the volume on the TV.
“Uh, guys, while I invited everyone over to watch the game, there’s sort of something we need to talk about.”
Gigi’s brow pinches. “What’s up, pretty boy?”
I clear my throat and the attention turns to me. I start sweating with all the eyes in the room on me. I look up at Linc, and he gives me his “it’s okay” smile. “I’m pregnant.”
Silence.
Linc sits on the arm of the sofa next to me.
“I’m the father.”
More silence. Three sets of eyes just stare at us, while Audrey smiles sweetly.
Linc looks down at me, confused. He slaps his thighs. “Well, that’s that, I guess. If no one has any questions, we can get back to the game.” He reaches for the remote.
“Whoa.” Jax finally speaks. “Back up. A baby?”
I nod. “Yup.”
