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“I didn’t tell her.” I hold up both hands. “I just remember seeing her drinking it a lot, so when I saw it on the shelf near the prenatal vitamins, I grabbed it.”

Hannah smiles softly. “You can tell your family if you want. It’s not just happening to me. I get that now. It was unfair to keep you out of the loop this past week. And I shouldn’t have made the decision to keep this quiet without your input. I’ll do better.”

I dip my chin, keeping my mouth shut. I’m done talking, since everything I say comes out all crazy-sounding.

She picks up the next item and tilts her head, a frown marring her gorgeous face. “Is this a butt plug?”

My mouth falls open as I scan the room. There are four couples scattered around the space, and every one of them isstaring at us. I didn’t notice before, probably because I was too focused on my own insanity. “No.” I shake my head and lean closer, voice a low whisper. “It’s to put on nipple cream.”

“Nipple cream?” she practically shouts.

The woman across from us glares over her magazine.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, which only makes her scoff. Hand held up, I wince. “Sorry.”

Hannah shoves my hand into my lap and glares right back at the woman.

“We’re in a doctor’s office, and you’re pregnant, because guess what? You fucked. Get over it.”

With a huff, the woman stands and storms to the other side of the waiting area. A moment later, the man with her eases out of his chair and slinks over too.

Hannah turns back to me without a care in the world. “Continue.”

“You’re kind of a badass,” I whisper.

Those pretty peach lips of hers lift in a wide smile. “Thank you.” She holds up the nipple cream applicator. “So nipple cream?”

“I read that they can get sore. This numbs them.”

She laughs. “Cool. Thanks.”

“There’s one more thing?—”

The door next to the check-in window opens, and a nurse in blue scrubs calls Hannah’s name.

We both straighten, the heaviness of the moment returning.

I’m thankful for the few minutes we’ve had together. I may have embarrassed the shit out of myself, but it was worth it just to see her smile.

EIGHTEEN

HANNAH

“This is easilythe strangest first date I’ve ever been on,” I say as the woman leads us into the room.

I just peed in a cup while Daniel stood in the hall outside the door. Again.

The nurse giggles, but Daniel’s eyes widen.

“This is not our first date,” he murmurs when she turns toward the computer.

I shrug. “If you say so.”

He steps closer. “I took you to dinner the night we—” He waves his hands. “You know.”

“The night we fucked?”

The nurse is still turned away, but she stiffens, and the clacking of her fingers on the keyboard stops.

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