“Yeah, but it’s tasty not-food,” Devi retorted before sprinting up the stairs. I didn’t even bother getting off the bed, instead just moving over so she had room on the other side of me. She didn’t fail to disappoint, sprawling out beside me within seconds of appearing in my life like a long-legged, cheeseburger-bearing unicorn.

“Oh, hi,” she said in greeting.

“Oh, hi.”

Talk was abandoned in favor of food, and it wasn’t until I’d inhaled one burger and was onto the second that we got around to catching up.

You think I’m kidding about always being hungry when pregnant. I’m not. When you don’t want to hork, you probably want to eat. Then you want to sleep. Reproduction is not elegant.

“How was it?” Devi asked.

“Good. Met some kids that don’t suck. They want to hang out Friday. Invited you, too.”

“Cool, I’m down. Same old, same old at Auburndale, which means take me with you, please. I want to escape. Got some good tea to spill, though.”

“Oh?”

“Aaron and Samantha broke up.”

That should have been satisfying on some level, and months ago, I would have cackled at his misfortune, but I just nibbled on a cheeseburger and shrugged. I couldn’t muster much in the way of caring, mostly because I had bigger things to worry about. Maybe, just maybe, I’d finally sorta gotten over the guy who’d busted my heart into a trillion pieces.

“I should block him,” I said. “He still texts me sometimes, but—”

“It just happened today. Big fight in the cafeteria at lunch, so maybe you should do that now, before he shows up shivering and naked and sad on your digital doorstep.”

I picked up my phone, expecting some of the familiar hesitation to creep up on me when thinking about forever thrusting Aaron out of my life, but it didn’t come, and so I did what I should have done months before:

I got rid of that trash.

“Good job, high five! About time, girl.” Devi rolled over to half sprawl across me, her leg draped over mine. “How are you feeling?”

“Good. Hungry, pretty much always tired, but good.”

I filled her in on the essay, the health class concern of being their dissection specimen, and then I filled her in on the keeping-the-baby thing. Which she took remarkably well.

“I’m gonna be an auntie,” she singsonged, squirming around on top of me.

“Not too loud. I don’t want Mormor to hear, but yes.”

“Oh, damn. She going to be difficult about it?”

“No. She wants me to keep them, but she’s been so pushy about me making a decision, I’m making her wait for it. That’s why she’s not talking to me.”

“Okay, so.” Devi pushed herself up onto her elbows to peer at me. “You’re kind of a douche, Sara.”