We wanted to share in our own joy for a few days without other people clucking like mother hens. I didn’t even tell Jodie. I’d been into work, I’d even had breakfast with her, but I had to hold my tongue. Keeping the secret from my family wasn’t so hard because we weren’t all that close. But not telling my best friend was killing me. Grey was wonderful with me. He wouldn’t let me do anything more than light housework—he did most of it for me. He cooked, he cleaned, and he did the grocery shopping. He let me bus tables at work because I won the little fight we had over it. I still did my work for the paper because that wasn’t heavy work at all. About a week later, Jodie dropped by unannounced. “I’m on to you!” she said as I opened the door. “Are you? On to what exactly?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen to put some coffee on. “You’re pregnant!” Trust Jodie to be blunt.
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