“I went to make amends of sorts. You know … since he’s close to Deedy, and now Deedy is family, so …”

Sydney smirks. “For Deedy, huh? How mature of you.”

“Move.” I brush past her to get to my bed before I pass out or vomit again. “Don’t give me that stupid smirk.”

“Have you told him?”

Collapsing onto the bed, I curl into a ball. “Told who what?”

“Told Jake that you’re pregnant.”

I squint. “I thought we discussed this last night. What you have is not contagious. Which … I’m so happy for you. And as soon as I don’t want to die, I’ll give you a big hug. But you don’t want to get sick, so let’s keep our distance for now.”

She sits on the edge of the bed.

“I said to keep your distance.” I cover my mouth to hide my germs.

A smile slides up her face. “I’m already pregnant. You can’t infect me with your pregnancy.”

“Sydney … you know that’s not it.” I frown. Anthony thought I was going to marry him someday and have children with him. I wanted him to believe it. Hell, I wanted to believe it, but I’ve always known my children would be the kind you adopt.

“You were told there’s a slim chance of getting pregnant. That’s not zero percent.”

“I’m on the pill anyway.”

“You take it when you’re supposed to take it? Never missing? Not one single time? Did you use condoms?”

I try to roll my eyes, but I’m too weak, too nauseous. Condoms? No. We didn’t have condoms. We were so fucking irresponsible, I can’t even come up with a good reason. It just didn’t feel real. The whole trip was just … not real.

It’s feeling mighty real right now.

“Because I kinda sorta took my pills, and as a result, I have two kids and a third one on the way.”

“You don’t have endometriosis,” I grumble.

“When was your last period?”

“I’m irregular, so that doesn’t mean anything.” I close my eyes like our conversation is over, but really I’m thinking.

Thinking hard.

The more I think, the more nauseous I feel. It was … before the chocolate incident. I think. No after. Gah! I don’t remember. They only last a few days. I was a mess. I’m still a mess. But it’s been after Anthony.

“Do we know who the daddy is?”

“What?” I open my eyes again.

“Is it Jake or Anthony?”

I shake my head, rubbing my temples. “I’m not pregnant.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” She stands. “Be right back.” Sydney leaves the room, yells down to Ocean to turn on a movie until she’s done helping Aunt Avery with her tummy.