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But that relief disappears when I see Ryan sitting in the kitchen, still dressed in his suit, concern creating a line across his forehead

“W-what are you doing here?” I question, and he’s on his feet

“My dad told et home imoing on, sweetheart, we’re going to deal with it together, okay? Whatever you found out at the doctor, it’s going to be okay”

Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me

I shut my eyes for a brief moment and then look over Ryan’s shoulder to where e, ridiculous sht off

“Well, I guess good news travels fast, huh?” I say, enunciating each word and glaring at my mom

“Good news?” Ryan leans back and searchesabout?”

Oh, here we go…

“Maybe you should sit down for this,” I say, and he shakes his head

“Carly, what’s going on?”

“Are you sure you don’t need, like, a glass of water or so?” I ask and try to extricate myself from his hold, but he’s persistent

“Carly, what I need right now is for you to explain to ht away”

Shit

“So…funny story,” I start, and I’m so terrified about his reaction, I can’t even aze fixates on my shoes “Remember when you proposed on our mountain and I said yes?”

He furrows his brow “Yeah…”

“Well, I was kind of sort of wrong about you not wrapping your sausage”

“Huh?”

Just say it, Carly Just freaking say it

“I’nant!” I blurt out, and Ryan blinks what feels like a thousand times

“You’re pregnant?”

I nod

“You’re pregnant?” he asks again

“I’nant,” I repeat, but my voice is so small, I’ht not using a condo”

That takes him back a step “Why are you sorry?”