Now that Sebastian suspects I’m pregnant, he’s hovering even more than usual.“No, thank you.”He turns his attention back to the television. The Wildcats are playing somebody. I’m too anxious to care. Glancing down, I notice the saltines are nearly gone. My stomach’s not happy, and I’m not so sure I can blame the baby this time.Ethan and my dad have been on the porch for over two hours.I thought the initial meeting had gone well. When I’d called to let him know we were coming to visit, he wasn’t thrilled to hear that we included a guy, and he’d been even less thrilled to hear the guy’s name was Ethan Summers. After introducing the two of them, my father had simply pointed at Ethan and then nodded toward the porch swing. Clearly, I wasn’t invited.My stomach flutters, and I rest my hand against it. There’s nothing there. The gesture has just become oddly comforting to me.I need comfort.As if my life isn’t crazy enough, now I have the added pressure of telling Ethan he’s going to be a father.
