She presses her finger to her lips, cringing and giving away the fact that yes, she’s pregnant, and no, this was seriously not planned.
She still has her senior year to get through.
“I know,” she mouths at my pained frown, shaking her head but then fighting a smile.
Oh my gosh.
I rise to my feet, quickly scuttling across to her and crouching down by her chair so we can have a whispered conversation.
“How far along are you?”
She leans into me, keeping her voice as low as possible. “Only six weeks, so we don’t want to say anything yet.”
“What are you going to do about school?”
“I’m going to do as much as I can. I’ve already scheduled a meeting with an academic adviser so we can figure out the best way forward. I seriously never expected this to happen. I thought we were being so careful.”
Resting my hand over hers, I give her a reassuring smile. “You’re going to be great, and Wily will be such a good dad. I’m really happy for you guys.”
She grins. “I hope I can do this.”
“You totally can. You’re amazing.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “My parents said they’ll move to Arizona for a few months to help out after the birth, so that’ll be cool.”
“At least the baby’s due after the football season.”
“Yeah.” Satch blows out a breath. “And about two months before finals.”
“You’ll get through. Especially if your parents are around to help. You’re super smart. You’ve got this.”
“Thanks.” She smiles at me. “Only you and Sienna know, which means Zander probably knows, but I really want to keep itquiet for now. As soon as the media finds out, they’ll be all over it.” She makes a face.
I give her a sympathetic laugh. “The joys of being engaged to a celebrity, huh?”
She groans. “Thank God he’s not an A-list actor or something.”
“True,” I say emphatically, then sense Tyrell eyeing me up with a questioning frown.
I glance at Satch. “Can I tell him? I’ll wait until we’re on the plane, if you want.”
She smiles and nods. “Sure.”
“Thank you.” I kiss her cheek, then remember to ask, “How are you feeling, by the way? I mean, like, physically.”
“Really good, actually. Minimal nausea, no puking. I felt kind of guilty admitting that to Sienna, but she was so happy for me. She wouldn’t wish her pregnancies on anyone.”
“I wonder if it will be her last.”
“I really hope so. For her sake. Her body takes such a thrashing.”
“But then she gets a beautiful baby out of it.”
“Two.” Satch giggles, then groans. “Oh man, I hope I don’t have twins.”
“I’m sure you won’t,” I assure her, then stand up when Carson saunters back with a much calmer Zoey.
“Man, I am so hungry for carrot sticks.” He looks at Nylah. “It’s the only thing I feel like eating.”
