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I opened the group chat I had with my sisters and began typing, sending off a quick message.

Allegra:I think we should have a sister sleepover.

Perla:I’m down. What’s going on?

Bianca:Did you get my present?

Allegra:That’s sort of the problem. Stupid penis pillow. Thanks a lot, Bibi.

Bianca:Oooh! Did you two sleep together again?

Maria:I really hope not. That’s only going to confuse things more.

Allegra:You guys! Pregnant woman wants the talking stick.

Perla:Sure, sis, you’ve got it.

Allegra:Thank you. Brady wants to see where he and I can go.

Bianca:Like on a trip?

Allegra:Yes, we were thinking Tahiti, but I had my hopes set on the Maldives. So now you see the problem.

Bianca:I’m sensing sarcasm.

Allegra:He wants us to be a couple!

Maria:And what do you want?

Allegra:I don’t know. What I do know is I want a sleepover with my sisters, and I do not want to talk about this.

Bianca:At all?

Allegra:At all. I mean it. Not a peep from any of you.

Chapter Fifteen

Allegra

“See you later,Dad. Thanks for letting us use the house,” I shouted and waved from the door as Martin opened Dad’s car door, and Dad waved and got in.

He had some dinner meeting in the city, so it worked out perfectly when I’d called my sisters and asked if we could have an impromptu sleepover. I’d decided to do it at Dad’s because I needed to get away from my apartment (and Brady) and wanted this to be a testosterone-free zone, excluding Dad, who wasn’t going to be here anyway.

Closing the front door behind me, I turned around and eyed my sisters, who’d all showed up in their pajamas and were ready to do what we did best—veg out and have fun.

“Snacks. We need snacks!” I announced and jumped up and down like a teenage girl who’d just gotten the house to herself. Which this was oddly like. Except I wasn’t a teenager, I was a knocked-up adult.

And that explained why I needed to pee. Damn jumping up and down.

“And music!” Perla said and whipped out the remote to the sound system in the house, turning it on with one swift press of a button.

Turning on her heel, Bianca left for the kitchen. “I’m on snacks,” she called, a finger in the air as she walked.

Perla stopped her, though, asking, “Do you think Dad has any good ones, though?”

With a finger to her lip, Bianca looked back around. “Good question.”

“No big deal. I already thought of that,” Maria put in and walked to the bags she’d dropped in the foyer.

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