“What?” she asks, dumbfounded by my question.
“Why are you here now? Today? Why did you and Ryan come over?”
She fidgets. “Okay, so…”
I arch my brow at her.
“So, Mick and Ryan have one of those family share phone plans, and he saw that Mick’s phone was at this address all night, and we wanted to see what was going on.”
“Nothing is going on. We’re friends. That’s all.”
“Okay.”
“And tracking his phone isn’t very nice. Does he know you do that?”
She waves a breezy hand in the air. “Oh, they both know. They do it to one another. Last week, they went to find their mom and dad when they saw they were at the store together. They just busted right in and joined them. And last week, Mick showed up at my doctor’s office, when he saw that Ryan and I were there.”
“Wait.” I hold up a hand. “Why were you at the doctor’s office?’
She starts to fidget again.
“You’re not sick, are you?” I might be annoyed by her, but she’s my sister and I don’t want anything to happen to her.
“You know we’ve been trying,” she says quietly.
My gut roils. I swallow it back. “You’re pregnant.”
She nods.
“And you found out last week?”
She nods again.
“And you are just now telling me?”
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” she whispers.
“Why would your being pregnant hurt me?” I say, my voice loud.
“Because of what happened.” She sweeps her hand toward my empty belly.
“You think that just because I’m not pregnant, I’d be unhappy that you are?” I hate hate hate hate that I gave her that impression.
“No, I just…I was trying to be considerate. That’s all.” She shrugs.
“Well, stop it. Stop tiptoeing around me. I’m not broken.”
“Then you should stop acting like you are.”
I heave out a sigh. “I’m sorry I gave you that impression.”
“Wren,” she whispers. She shakes her head.
“You should probably go.”
She nods. “Okay.”
“Congratulations, by the way.”