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There’s a bitter, sharp shard that’s suddenly stuck in my throat, making it difficult to swallow.

“Are you certain?” I force out.

“Well, I took a pregnancy test. Two, actually.” She draws a shaky breath, and her eyes shine with tears. “Honestly, I can’t be one-hundred percent sure that it’s yours and not Justin’s. But,” she adds quietly, “timing would seem to indicate that it’s yours.”

Something dark and ferocious stirs in me.

“You slept with Justin again?” My voice is low and rough as I struggle to keep calm. “While you were sleeping with me?”

“No.No.I had a period in-between him and you. But, I mean, you can still bleed when you’re pregnant. There’s a small chance. And he and I were, you know, kind of recent. I just want to be sure, before I tell you one-hundred percent.”

I set down my cutlery, too loudly. “I thought you were on the pill.”

“I am.”

“And if you’re bleeding while you’re pregnant, you need to see a doctor.”

“Of course. I will. I just found out, like half an hour ago.” She adds softly, “The blood was probably just my last period. Before I got pregnant.”

“Jesus, Quinn.” I swipe my hand over my face. Is this happening?

What the fuck is she even telling me?

“Should I not have told you until I know for sure?”

“Knowwhatfor sure?”

“That I’m actually pregnant and that it’s yours!”

I pinch the bridge of my nose and focus on breathing.

“Are you mad because I’m pregnant or because there could be something wrong, or because it could be his?”

“Are you pregnant or not?” I say as calmly as I can.

“According to two home pregnancy tests, yes. And according to logic and my calendar, if I am pregnant, it’s yours. But according to what is within the realm of actual possibility, I don’t fucking know!”

She’s getting really upset now. I don’t want that.

But I’m fucking reeling here.

“Look, I know that you trusted me to take my birth control properly,” she says. “And I know that I screwed up because I’ve been so busy lately, and maybe I haven’t taken it like clockwork, and I… I thought it would be okay…”

“You thought?”

“This isn’t all my fault. It takes two to make a…” She chokes out the word. “Baby.”

“I can’t take the pillfor you, Quinn,” I growl.

“Do I need to remind you of all the unprotected sex we had?”

“I didn’t realize it was unprotected.”

“You didn’t wear a condom and we were both okay with that.”

“I wasn’t trying to get you pregnant,” I grit out.

“Well, I wasn’t trying to get pregnant! Believe me, the last thing I need in my life right now is a baby who needs me!”