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Marie shrugs. “Then you’ll be a single mom. That’s not so bad. Not in this day and age. And it’s not like you are hard for cash.”
“I guess. But it's just not the way I imagined having a family.” I drop my hands from my face, looking up at Marie.
She smiles at me. “Best laid plans, and all that. But we’ll be here every step of the way.”
Roland frowns. “So, you’re saying she should date them?”
She shrugs. “Not date, exactly. Just spend some time with each of them. Slyly ask them about family, kids, et cetera.”
“Like a secret spy.” Roland perks up, looking excited, and I snort.
“A pregnant secret spy?”
“Women can do anything they want, Olivia,” he says firmly, and it makes me laugh.
Marie shakes her head. “I can’t believe you’re not having a panic attack right now.”
I chuckle, rubbing my stomach.
“Maybe the baby is calming me down. Is that a thing?”
Roland wrinkles his nose. “I have no idea. Pregnancy is terrifying to me. It’s like having a little parasite in there, sucking away your life.”
“Gee. Thanks so much for that image, Roland.”
He grins at me. “You’re welcome. Now, what’s the baby craving? Are you having any weird food aversions?”
I shake my head. “Nothing yet. I’m mostly nauseous all the time.”
Marie nods. “Liana had morning sickness for four months with the twins. She was losing instead of gaining weight.”
I pale. “Fourmonths? Tell your sister she’s a warrior.”
Marie beams. “She knows. You need to eat something, though. How about a banana?”
“I’m not eighteen months old.”
She huffs. “The doctor suggested the BRAT diet!”
It apparently stands for bananas, rice, applesauce, and toast.
Roland snorts. “The brat diet? I think I’ve been on that my whole life.”
I choke out a laugh.
Despite everything feeling upside down, I have two good friends who care about me, and that’s not going to change.
Even if my life is turned entirely on its head, and I have no idea what will happen now.
Chapter Thirteen
DAMIEN
I watchfor Olivia to come into work every single day. I sit in my office, and there’s a way I can sit that gives me a direct eye line to the front door of the office.
I tell myself I’m not waiting for her. That I’m not worried she didn’t show up yesterday.
I tell myself that I haven’t been thinking of her nonstop sincethatnight.
