Page 55 of The Bartender's Baby

Walt’s wasn’t her scene, and yet she’d been working with me for a decade. She didn’t have a lot of girlfriends, yet she gladly accepted Genevieve’s friendship. She didn’t have a family of her own, but she was allowing me to help her build one.

So, this morning, after I ate her out and fed her breakfast, I asked if I could tell people we were together. And,oh yeah, she was pregnant.

After a minute of thought, she agreed then slung her bag over her shoulder, and off she went to school. Then I texted Evie.

I’m going to tell Mom about Tabby today.

Evie

You are? Because I was planning on talking to her today.

Okay?

Evie

No, like

Evie

TALK TO HER

Okay?

Are we not allowed to do that on the same day?

Evie

I’m pregnant, and I have to tell Mom.

WHAT THE FUCK

YOU ARE PREGNANT WITH MY BEST FRIEND’S BABY?

WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME?

IM GOING TO BE AN UNCLE?!?!

IM EMOTIONAL

Evie

I can tell.

Evie

You need a moment?

I’m fine.

Just crying into my coffee.

Evie

So should we do it together? Drop the bombs?

Yeah, why not?

Come over and we’ll FaceTime her.

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