“So what should we celebrate with? Wine? Champagne? Whiskey? Margaritas?” Serena asks, as I sit across from her at our favorite lunch spot.
“And what exactly are we celebrating?” I lean back in my chair. We are definitely celebrating something, Serena just doesn’t know what it is yet.
“Spending time with each other, for one. It’s been four months since you got married and we’ve barely hung out. So we are celebrating us getting back together again.”
I laugh. “Fine, order whatever alcohol you want.”
“Margs it is then.”
I smile sweetly at her. “How are things going with work?”
“I’m doing amazing. I’ve already been promoted and got a huge raise. I’ve fixed their ridiculous filing system. My employers have realized they can’t live without me.”
I chuckle. “Sounds like you have thoroughly charmed them.”
She nods. “Enough about my boring job though. How are Kade and you doing?”
I can’t look her in the eye as I fidget with the napkin in my lap. “We are good.”
She squints trying to look for something. “We’re good. That’s all I get? How’s the sex?”
I laugh nervously. “Amazing. Not that I have a lot to compare to—”
Serena snickers.
“But I have no complaints in the sex department.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I don’t have a problem.”
She stares at me, deadpanned. “You have a problem.” She turns to the waiter. “Two margaritas please.”
I sigh. “It isn’t real.”
Serena rolls her eyes. “I’ve seen the way that boy looks at you; it’s real.”
I tense. I know she’s right. That we have feelings toward each other. But neither of us have acted on them in four months. It’s been over a month since Kade said he loved me when he thought I was asleep. He’s not mentioned anything like it since. Not one word. And my own heart has flipped back and forth so many times; I’m not sure what I feel anymore. One second I love him, the next I hate him.
“What about the job or life search as you call it? Have you figured out what you want to do with your life?”
I lick my lips, trying to find the words to tell her what I’ve been hiding for two weeks now. I need to tell someone, and she’s that someone. But as soon as the words leave my mouth, I have to actually act on the words. I sure as hell don’t have time to look for a meaningful job when I’m holding in a secret that will change my life forever.
“No, I haven’t found anything.”
Serena frowns. But the frown doesn’t last as our server places two large margaritas in front of both of us. She lifts her glass up, and I do the same.
“To many more sleepless nights, as we both get to fuck two of the hottest and most endowed guys in town,” Serena says.
I clink my glass with hers and then set mine down.
She studies me a moment. Looking me up and down. “Oh my god!” she squeals.
“Shh,” I say, not wanting her to blurt out her next words too loudly.
“You’re pregnant,” she whisper-yells, as she leans across the table. At least she attempted to be quiet.
I nod.