Buck stands beside Sunny, his face ashen. Which tells me Sunny isn’t blurting lies as an attempt at a kind distraction. Also, she’s an abysmal liar. “Uh, sweets…” Buck puts his hand on her lower back. “Oh.” She clamps a palm over her mouth, eyes tearful as she surveys the table. I’m sure my shock is mirrored around the room. Alex’s thigh tenses under my hand. I’d squeeze more, but he has a lot of bruises. Sunny turns to Buck. “Sorry. It slipped out.” Alex pushes back his chair like he’s about to get up and throw down with Buck. “You’re shitting me, right?” “Alex, language,” Daisy says. He looks incredulous. “Seriously? Sunny tells us she’s pregnant, and you’re worried about my language?” “We didn’t mean for it to happen.” Sunny does the hair-twirl thing. I’m not sure what to say. I mean, I guess it should be congratulations, but if I got pregnant, I don’t think I’d be all that excited. Alex and I are just getting started. I’m not very mature.
