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Wilby smirks. “You’re not a pansy, Silvie. You can fight for him.”

I glare at him weakly. “Did you just call me a pansy?”

“Yes. You can wear the pants. You can be the boss. You can fight for him.”

I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the tile floor.

“For your family,” he says.

Family.

The word feels foreign and warm at the same time. Then I realize what he’s telling me.

“Family?” I echo.

He looks down at the test andthen back at me.His expression softens, and he smiles. “You’re a mom. A mommy. Mamacita. Congratulations, friend.”

The air leaves my lungs. Cal and I are having a baby. A family.

“Wait. Really?” I breathe.

He points at it and meets my eyes. “I’m not touching that thing. You peed on it. You’re pregnant.”

I smile and wipe tears from the corners of my eyes. My hand moves instinctively to my stomach. Pregnant with Cal’s baby.

“I can’t,” I whisper. “I have a company to run.”

“You can.” Wilby rolls his eyes. “There’s this thing called daycare and nannies. And duh…Birdie.”

“No. It’s not that. I don’t know how. What if I turn out like my mom?” I say, suddenly feeling scared.

“You’ve been running a billion-dollar company. You’ve survivedyour mother. You’ve survived a lot. You can handle this. And you have Cal.”

Cal. Oh, God. What will he say?

I laugh wetly. “This wasn’t on my five-year plan.”

“Maybe it’s on the forever plan.”

“What do I do?” I whisper.

Wilby smiles, and his voice softens. “You call your husband.”

Husband. My throat tightens. “What if he doesn’t want this?”

“He will.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

I close my eyes and picture Cal’s laugh and his hands holding me. Kissing me. Taking care of me. And I picture him as a dad, and I can totally see it. I may not know how to do to this, but I think he’d be great at it. Maybe we could figure it out together. I’m going to need him. Because I can’t even bake brownies.

“Come on,” he says as he opens the bathroom door. “I made you a doctor’s appointment. Let’s go hear the little heartbeat.”

“But how did you know I’d be pregnant?” I call after him.

“Sisters,” he calls back.