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"No We’d like our check please," E her wallet from her purse as she stood

"Actually, I’d like to order your double fudge chocolate sundae," Olivia piped up, staring at Ee"

The waitress scribbled down the order "Be right back"

"A hell no, E the chair "You can’t just drop a bo in your bed" Olivia looked at Fallon for back up "A the chair too "Completely Sit and spill, Country"

"You two suck," Emily whispered as she reclaimed her seat "What?"

"What?" Olivia parroted, blinking in surprise "Like Fallon said… Spill"

"I’ve already spilled He hasn’t had sex withaway, she shrugged, her chest expanding on a deep, sexually frustrated breath "He’s afraid he’s going to hurt me or the baby"

"What, does he have a sword for a penis?" Fallon asked "It’s the end of February, and you two haven’t had sex since the beginning of January?"

Chin lifted, Olivia crossed her ar out of her hot pink cash serious?"

E up some ridiculous story today" She loosened her hair from its bun The dark, wavy curls spilled down her back "Yes, I’ an asshole," Olivia veheer

"I agree" Fallon dug her spoon into Olivia’s dessert "So? Ithe deed when their girl is preggos Maybe he’s hitting it elsewhere"

Emily’s eyes ide

Olivia shot Fallon a look "That’s twice you’ve nancy You and h your heads"

"I like to stay infor in for another scoop of ice-cream

"And I’d like to answer your question," Emily said, insistence heavy in her tone "No, I don’t think he’s cheating" Well, the thought hadn’t crossed Emily’s mind until now Damn Fallon Emily shook the idea from her head as quickly as it entered "He wants to talk to the doctor at et all the facts"