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I’m beg inni ng to sho w, but it’s cold out so it’s been ea sy to hi de.

No one suspec ts a thi ng when you ha ve on a baggy swea ter and a
jacket .
I know I need to tel l someo ne soon, but I feel like R yle sho uld be
the firs t one I tel l, and I don’t want to do tha t over a long -distanc e
pho ne conv ers ation. He’l l be back in six week s. If I can someho w
keep thi ng s quiet unt il then, I’ll dec ide where to go from there.

I look down at R ylee and she’s smiling up at me. I make silly faces
at her to make her smile more. There ha ve been so many times I’ve
want ed to tel l Allysa about the preg na nc y, but it makes it ha rd when
the sec ret I’m keep ing is bei ng kep t from her own brother. I don’t
want to put her in tha t kind of situation, no matter ho w much it kills
me tha t I can’t talk to her about it.
“How are you holding up without R yle?” Allysa asks. “You rea dy for

hi m to come ho me?”
I no d, but I don’t say any thi ng. I always try to brush off the subjec t
when she bring s hi m up.
Allysa lea ns back int o the couch and says, “Is he still liking
Cambridge?”
“Yes ,” I say, sticking my tong ue out at R ylee. She grins . I wond er if

my baby will look like her. I hope so. She’s rea lly cute, but I might be
a little partial.
“Did he ev er fig ure out the subway system there?” Allysa laughs . “I
swea r, ev er y time I talk to hi m, he’s lost. He can’t fig ure out whet her
to take the A-line or the B-line. ”
“Yea h, ” I tel l her. “He fig ured it out.”
Allysa sits up on the couch. “Marsha ll!”

Marsha ll walks int o the living room and Allysa pulls R ylee out of my
ha nd s. She ha nd s her to Marsha ll and says, “Wi ll you cha ng e her
diaper?”
I don’t kno w why she asks hi m tha t. I just cha ng ed her diaper.
Marsha ll scrunc hes up hi s no se and lifts R ylee out of Allysa’s arms.
“Are you a stink y girl?”

They ’re wea ring matchi ng ones ies .
Allysa grabs my ha nd s and yank s me off the couch so fast, I squea l.
“Where a re we going ?”