Her words hit me like a punch in the gut. Our baby. No, it’s not our baby. This fetus inside her is my baby. Mine and Sam’s. Even if she’s using a general “our” to include me too, it’s still inaccurate. This is not her baby. We have a contract. What the hell is wrong with her?

And why is she sitting so close to my husband? This is a very large couch. She’s got the whole couch to spread out on, but somehow, she’s so close to him, their knees are nearly touching.

I want this girl out of my house.

“Anyway,” I say. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t make it here sooner, Monica, but it’s been great having you.”

“Well, thanks for inviting me,” she says. “The lasagna was really delicious, Abby.”

I’ll have to take her word for it. I’ve lost my appetite.

“Not as good as mine though,” Sam says with a grin.

Her eyes widen. “You know how to cook?”

“Uh…” He offers a crooked smile. “I’m… learning.”

She claps her hands together. “I’d love to try something you’ve made sometime.”

“Sure,” he says. “That sounds great.”

Great, now they’re setting up another dinner? I’ve got to get her out of here ASAP. Before she moves herself in.

But before I can say anything else, Sam heaves himself to his feet. “Well, it’s late. You should probably get going.”

My shoulders relax. He’s making her leave. Thank God. But I don’t even have a chance to celebrate before he adds, “Let me give you a ride home.”

The other night he didn’t want her near his car, but now he’s apparently willing to drive her home drunk. I’ve never seen him try to drive before when he’s had more than one drink. Never. What has she done to his brain?

“You’re not getting in the car,” I say through my teeth. “You’re way over the limit, Sam.”

Sam’s ears get red as he realizes what he was about to do. “Yeah, Abby’s right,” he mumbles. “I shouldn’t be driving. Let me call you a taxi.”

“Thank you.” Monica grabs her purse from the end of the couch. “And Sammy, I’ll text you the time for the ultrasound appointment, okay?”

He gives her a thumbs-up, and all I can think is, When did they exchange phone numbers?

And also, Why does she keep calling him Sammy?

I take a deep breath. I need to calm down. It’s not Monica’s fault I got delayed at work by Miss Oxford. It’s not Monica’s fault Sam drank too much and is acting like an idiot. And it’s not Monica’s fault that she’s more attractive than I thought she was. It’s also not her fault that she’s pregnant with Sam’s seed.