Page 42 of Agony of Our Regret

“Shit. There is something,” Sky whispered.

I nodded.

“How bad?” Noah asked, matching Sky’s volume.

“It’s not…” I sighed and looked at Luca. He smiled at me, and I turned to Gavin. His jaw was tense, but he nodded once. “It’s not bad.”

“But I was right. You are sick.”

“I’m not––”

“Stop!” Sky threw up his arms. “You can’t keep lying to us.”

Gavin straightened. “Don’t yell at her.”

Sky backed off. “I’m sorry, Sweets. We just want to know what’s going on.”

I waited a moment for everyone to take a breath. “I was going to say I’m not sick.”

“We just watched you throw up,” Noah helpfully reminded me.

“We know something’s going on,” Vince agreed.

“Will you let her finish one sentence? Damn!” Luca pressed against me.

I swallowed and waited for them to calm down. Again.

When all eyes were on me, I finally caved.

“I’m pregnant.”

The silence I’d craved finally descended.

Emotions washed over their faces faster than I could count. Confusion. Anger. Disappointment. Excitement. Relief. Then they seemed to land back on confusion.

“Who’s?” Sky finally broke the silence.

“It doesn’t matter,” Luca answered.

“It really fucking does,” Noah snapped.

I put up my hand. “No, it doesn’t. Luca, Gavin, and I are going to raise the baby without knowing who the biological father is. That doesn’t matter to us.”

Vince sighed. “So it’s one of theirs?”

“Not necessarily.” Gavin dragged out the word.

“What does that mean?” Noah narrowed his eyes.

Since arriving in Arlington Park, we’d had hundreds of uncomfortable conversations, but none as bad as this one. I pictured this day happening years from now with all of us together, not just in the same room, but in a relationship. We’d be trying to start a family, and this would be exciting news we couldn’t wait to hear. We’d announce it with celebration and happy tears.

I wanted that for my baby, but that wasn’t what life had planned.

“Based on my measurements and last period and everything, it could be any of you.”

I tried to focus on all three of them, but it was impossible to ignore the huge grin tugging at Vince’s lips. At the same time, Noah’s shoulders dropped. I looked at Sky, and he shook his head, silent.

“So, I might be the dad?” Noah asked. “And you didn’t tell me?”

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