She laughed. “Not much any longer. I used to. Made my own dresses back in the day. Now? I have no interest. Too many cute things in the shops anyway.”
I couldn’t argue with that. If I had to make a dress, I’d surely sew the armholes closed.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
I shrugged and turned away from her, stuck my head in the fridge. “Fine.”
“When are you going to tell him?”
I grabbed the pitcher of tea and spun around. She was closer now, holding out a package of crackers.
I gave her a look and frowned, but grabbed the crackers with my free hand. She certainly hadn’t bought my lie the day before.
“I’m not.”
She blinked. “What?”
I set the pitcher on the kitchen table and grabbed a cracker, shoved it in my mouth. It was dry and bland and my stomach practically applauded.
“I’m not telling him.”
“Why not?”
“Because he doesn’t want kids,” I admitted.
“How do you know that?”
“He told me outright. No kids. His parents use him as a political marketing tool, and he refuses to bring kids into this world.”
She frowned. “I don’t like his parents.”
I huffed out a laugh and crumbs flew out of my mouth. I covered my lips with my fingers and carefully chewed.
“He doesn’t want kids,” I repeated.
“Well, he’s having one,” she countered, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and pouring tea into it. She handed it to me, and I took a big swig, thankful that it got the cracker down.
“It’s not his fault. It’s mine. I guess the shot sucks.”
“It’s not your fault, honey. Things happen. But it takes two to tango.”
I wasn’t commenting on the tango part. “I’m not messing up his life because of this.”
“He’s going to find out soon enough,” she said, glancing down at my still-flat stomach.
I pursed my lips. “That’s why I’m going to leave.”
“What?” she gasped.
“As soon as Ford finds out, I’ll be grounded.”
“He won’t do it right away.”
I give her a look of,really?“I’ll do this last mission with them, but he’ll ground me for sure. I know it. Which means I won’t be allowed on jobs. What’s the point of paying my salary if I can’t do my work? He’ll have to hire someone else to fly.”
That didn’t sit well at all.
“And after the baby’s born, the same goes. It’s not like I can put the kid in a baby carrier in second chair and fly a helicopter.”