"Wait, what?"
"No, I know I'm in love with him. Because I thought I loved David. And it killed me when he dumped me. And I couldn't stop crying when he got engaged to the next girl he dated. But I never felt this way about him. I've never felt this way about anyone before."
Emily smiled.
"I'm completely addicted to him. Why are you smiling at me? Stop smiling like that. You look like you just murdered someone, you psychopath."
"Whoa! Calm down for one second. I'm smiling because I'm happy for you."
"You can't be happy for me! I wrote a whole series of articles about how I tricked him into sleeping with me. I'm a monster."
Emily laughed. "You're not a monster. Just think of all the things that he's probably done to get women into bed with him."
"I don't want to think about that. Besides, that's different. He didn't do any of that with me. When he finds out about my articles, he's going to hate me. His last girlfriend completely fucked him up when she cheated on him. That's why he acts like a slut and is afraid of commitment. He's going to think what I did was a huge betrayal."
"You don't know that."
"Wouldn't you?"
Emily paused for a second. "What made you write the articles in the first place? I've been reading along and all these things you've done...it's not like you."
Crap, Jim."I just got some advice about how to make Rory want me again. And the article just kind of accidentally happened. I pitched a pretty different idea to my editor and she wanted it to be sexier."
"Who the heck gave you the advice to be more risqué instead of being yourself? That's terrible advice."
"Just another friend."
"Well don't listen to them anymore. They're the worst."
I couldn't help but laugh. It was pretty funny that she was making fun of her own husband. I sighed. "What do you think I should do?"
"Maybe you should just tell him about it. Laugh it off early. It's not a big deal."
"But we only just started dating, or whatever it is we're doing. We haven't even had that conversation yet."
"I think you should probably tell him. Especially if it's bothering you this much. When you hold things back you always act really weird."
I laughed. "Yeah, just when I hold things back."
She smiled and stood up. "I actually have to finish getting ready to go. I'm meeting Jim at that new Thai place downtown for dinner. And I'm already running late. Do I look okay?"
I hadn't even noticed how dressed up she was. More guilt was added to the pit already forming in my stomach. "You look amazing, Emily. What's the special occasion?"
Emily bit her lip. "Well...we actually are celebrating tonight."
"Right, I got that. But what are you celebrating?" Their anniversary wasn't for another couple months.
Emily smiled. "No one but Jim knows yet, and I'm not supposed to tell anyone else for a while, but I can't even stand it. I'm pregnant!"
"What?! Oh my God, Emily!" I stood up and hugged her.Pregnant?How could she be pregnant? I thought about Rory's housewarming party and the other day when I had come over and we had wine with lunch.No.She only had water at the party.And she had poured herself a glass of wine the other day, but she had never drank any of it. It had just sat there on the table. How could I have not noticed that? I suddenly felt like a terrible friend. I was always so concerned with my own problems that I didn't even realize all the signs pointing to my best friend being pregnant. "I'm so happy for you guys. You and Jim are going to be the most amazing parents."
Emily laughed. "I'm so excited. I can't even stop smiling. That's probably part of the reason why I looked like a murderous psychopath earlier. Or maybe I just have an evil monster baby that's taking over my mind."
"You don't. Stop it. You look amazing." I let go of her embrace. "You don't even look pregnant at all."
"I'd hope not, I'm barely a few weeks along."
"Geez, I can't even believe it. I'm so happy for you. Why didn't you tell me you were going to start trying?"