I paused. “Or counseling. I’ve heard that helps people a lot.”
He frowned. “Counseling is for people who are much worse off than me and Allison.”
“I wouldn't be so sure about that.”
He paused. “What? You think we’re worse off than I think?”
“No, Mike. I just think you two could really benefit from an unbiased party listening and peering into your relationship. That’s all.”
“I don’t know, dude.?
?
“Why not? If you love her, which I know you do, why not pull out all the stops and see if you guys can fight for this?”
“I am fighting, Clint.”
I shrugged. “Is sitting in silence and not speaking your mind really fighting, though, Mike?”
He stared at me for a long time before he finally nodded.
“I’ll consider it. How does that sound?” he asked.
I grinned. “Sounds better than sitting in silence and torturing yourself.”
He snickered. “You’re damn right it does.”
I picked up my brush. “All right. Ready to get this done? It’s the last thing we need to do before move-in day.”
He picked up his brush, too. “Let’s knock this out and get some food. I’m starving.”
“Steaks. On me. So don’t fuck it up.”
“When free food is involved? I never fuck it up.”
5
Rae
Knock, knock, knock. “Rae?”
I felt my heart hammering in my knees. “Yeah, Robyn?”
“You okay in there? You’ve been in the bathroom for ten minutes now.”
I swallowed hard. “Okay.”
I heard the doorknob jiggle. “Can you let me in?”
My mouth ran dry. I kept blinking, thinking that the test might change. Or that I might wake up. Or that I was having a stroke and would suddenly appear in the hospital. I reached toward the pregnancy test and picked it up. I held it to my face, making damn sure I didn’t misinterpret any of the water marks.
But there was no mistaking it.
I’m pregnant?
“Rae. Please, let me in.”
I reached for the bathroom door. “Sorry. Come on in.”