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simple hangover.

“Hey, so… um…” he starts, speaking to his hands. “I’m sorry about

last night. And thank you. I didn’t thank you for getting me out of the

car. My seatbelt had locked, and I just wasn’t… I wasn’t in the right

frame of mind.”

“You’re welcome,” I sigh.

It’s quite obvious that Ryan and I have never sat down to talk before.

These unusual circumstances don’t seem to help things, either.

“So, are you two really getting married?”

I pause on that question. We were just saving face, but now I really

do love her—and she’s carrying my child now. I should reply with

something offhand about how I love her and avoid giving him a strict

yes or no, but I can’t do that.

Knowing everything I know now, and seeing how much she really

does love and respect me, there’s only one answer.

“Yeah, we are.”

He nods solemnly. “Well, congratulations on that, Percy. You’re…

you’re a lucky guy.”

“I really am.”

He brushes his hands down his face once more. “I used her bathroom

a few hours ago, and I saw…”

He doesn’t continue after his voice fades. My mind is already aware

of what he’s going to say. I pull out the test in my pocket, turning it

over in my hands slowly. It should freak me out or be a little gross

that I’m handling this thing, but it has a cap on it.

Besides, the woman I love is going to give birth to my child. I’m in for

more gross things than just a little bit of pee on a stick.

He looks at the stick tentatively before meeting my glare that’s set

somewhere between his eyes at this point. “I guess you and her are

really moving on, then.”

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