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“And Jackson?”

I shrug. “I think he’s happy about it, but he doesn’t really show it that much. Not like Marcus.”

She cocks her head at me. “So, you’ve been with all of them. Are you going to choose to be with the father?”

That’s a loaded question that I don’t have the full answer to.

“I don’t know,” I say honestly. “We’re waiting on paternity results now. I don’t know how they’re going to react to the results.”

“It’ll be okay. If you really care about each other, you’ll figure it out,” Sarah assures me, giving me a small smile.

What I feel for them is beyond what I felt for Derek, and that scares me. They’re incredible guys, but if I have a lot to gain, I also have a lot to lose.

And if I lose them because of all of this, I don’t know what I’m going to do.

“I’m sorry for causing all this drama on your wedding week. I was trying to keep things a secret until after.”

Her face softens. “I know. It’s okay. I told Ryan to keep everything contained so that not everyone knows your business.”

I don’t know if he did that for my benefit or his. I don’t see him trying to do any favors for the guys right now.

“I hate this distance between us,” I tell her as the volume and strength of my voice drops. “We’ve never been like this before. We never fight.”

Sarah takes my hands. “I know it hurts him too. He cares so much about you.”

My eyes shift to hers as they burn with growing tears. “Why hasn’t he reached out to me then?”

She frowns. “He needs time. This is a lot for him to process.”

“Is he ever going to forgive me? Or the guys?”

Sarah looks away and shakes her head. “I don’t know, Cass. I want to say yes, but I just don’t know.”

The uncertainty of everything is killing me.

Who is the father?

Will Ryan forgive us?

Will the guys want to stay with me and the baby once the results come in?

And a thousand more questions that I don’t have the answers to.

“I’ll keep talking to him,” she promises me.

I turn my hands to squeeze hers. “It’s okay. Maybe he just needs to think things over himself. Maybe there’s too much outside pressure.”

Sarah nods and sighs. “I missed talking to you.”

“Me too,” I say, my voice threatening to crack as my emotions surge.

I just want everything to be okay again. I don’t even know when that was, though.

While I was miserable dating Derek? After we broke up when I was alone and heartbroken? After Vegas when I was only harboring one secret until I uncovered another?

When was my last point of being okay?

Of being exactly where I want to be in life.