"I'M PREGNANT!" Emma shouts. "NOT DYING!"
"We know that NOW," Ryan says, grinning. "And it's much better news than cancer."
"The bar was VERY LOW, Ryan."
"Congratulations!" Brennen wraps Emma in a huge hug, lifting her off her feet. "You're going to be a mom! I'm going to be an uncle! This is amazing!"
"Put me down before I throw up on you."
He sets her down quickly. "Right. Morning sickness. That was a symptom we missed."
"Because you thought I had CANCER."
Ryan pulls her into a hug next, gentler than Brennen. "I'm really happy for you, Em. Both of you. This is great news."
"Even though you thought I was dying?"
"Especially because we thought you were dying. The relief is making this extra exciting."
Candace hugs Emma next, wiping tears. "I'm so happy for you. When are you due?"
"March," Emma says, still looking slightly dazed. "Early March."
"How far along?" Joselyn asks.
"Six weeks."
"And you're feeling okay?" Candace's doctor instincts kick in. "Besides the morning sickness?"
"I'm fine. Tired. Nauseous. Obsessed with pickles?—"
"THE PICKLES!" Brennen snaps his fingers. "That makes so much sense now! Sophie said you had pickles at the exhibition!"
"I have pickles everywhere," Emma admits. "I may have a problem."
"It's a craving, not a problem," I correct.
"Stop being nice. I'm hormonal and I'll cry."
"Too late," Joselyn says, pointing at Emma's face where tears are already falling.
"I hate all of you," Emma sniffles.
"You love us," Brennen corrects, hugging her again. "And we love you. Even when we thought you were dying."
"Especially when we thought you were dying," Ryan adds.
"Can we PLEASE stop talking about me dying?"
"Fine," Ryan says. "Let's talk about you merging with Preston & Associates instead. When does that start?"
"Next week. They're sending over transition paperwork Monday."
"This is the best day!" Brennen looks at Joselyn. "We should celebrate! Dinner tonight? Everyone? We can toast Emma's pregnancy and the expansion?—"
"With sparkling cider for Emma," Candace says.
"Obviously."
