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Jace shakes his head. “That’s the fucking craziest shit I’ve ever seen.”

“I craved soap when I was pregnant,” Nova tells him, and his jaw drops. She shrugs. “I didn’t actually eat the soap, but I really wanted to.”

“Man, pregnancy is weird,” Jace groans.

“Don’t talk to me about how weird it is.” I glare at him. “You’re a guy, you don’t even have to be pregnant or give birth to the thing.”

He smirks at me, still tearing into my lemons. “At the rate you’re going, the kid’s going to be born a lemon.”

I gasp. “That’s just mean.”

He laughs, and starts to hear something but I hear a roar in the crowd so I look back through the glass and jump up, nearly losing my lemons in the process.

“Yes! We finally scored!”

I scour the field, looking for Xander’s jersey number.

He’s the wide receiver and number 26. I wear a jersey that matches his. I had to get a new one for this game, since my old one was much too small and nearly ripped at the seams when I tried to put it on.

I finally spot him, and like always, I light up.

No feeling compares to seeing Xander playing on a NFL field.

I press my face to the glass like a little kid and wave. He’s not even looking, but I always like to wave.

“Sit down, sis, you’re blocking the view,” Cade groans.

“Look around me then,” I snap back. “I’m not a blimp.”

“Yet.”

Brothers are so annoying.

I turn, giving him my deadliest glare. “What did you say?”

He gulps, his eyes wide. “Nothing.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I turn back to the glass.

The game starts to get exciting then. The other team was ahead, but we finally start pulling our weight, which makes things interesting. We just might pull off a comeback, which would be awesome.

I can see Xander’s coach down on the field yelling, red-faced, urging them on.

I sit back down, and sip at my water, needing a breather.

This game is making me way too stressed, and it’s probably not good for the baby.

“I wish you’d change your mind and tell us the name,” Rae pleads beside me, giving me puppy dog eyes.

I snort and shake my head. “You’re my best friend, but no.”

“Why?” She frowns.

“Because you guys will hate the name, and then I’ll doubt it, and we’ll be in trouble and I’m not going there because I actually really love it and it’s perfect for her,” I tell her the same thing we’ve already told them all.

“If it’s perfect then you won’t doubt it,” she reasons.

“That might normally be true, but I’m pregnant, and pregnancy does weird things to your mind. Trust me.”


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