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Silence descends on our table, and I look from Luna to Felicity and back to Luna, both of them waiting for me to share what’s going on.

Relaxing my shoulders, I take in a deep gulp of air. “I’m due March twenty-third.”

Audible gasps ring from both of my best friends.

“Kate, are you being serious?” Felicity eventually speaks first.

I nod, looking down, trying to hide my damp eyes. “Yep.”

“Have you been in touch with Tom?” Luna asks.

I shake my head. “No, and I don’t intend to, either.”

“Babe, I know this is a shock and will take time to process, but he really needs to know as soon as possible,” Felicity says.

Finally, I look at them both. I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, readying to drop the next bombshell. “He’s not the dad.”

“Okay, I have two juices and a large wine.” Our server stands next to us with an expectant look on her face.

Felicity doesn’t take her eyes off me when she replies, “Just leave them on the table, and we’ll sort, thanks.”

“Sure! Are you ready to order?”

“Nowhere near,” Luna says, equally dazed.

“Oh, okay. I’ll give you guys another few minutes.”

“It’s Jensen’s.”

Luna’s jaw hits the floor as her dainty hand flies up to cover her mouth. “As in Jones? Jensen Jones, the goalie, our goalie…ohmygod, Jensen?!”

Offering a pathetic smile, I nod slowly.

“How much for the entire bottle?” Felicity begins searching through her wine list once more.

Despite everything, I snort a laugh. “Well, you might as well have one for me since I can’t drink.”

“Yeah, me too,” Luna adds.

Felicity takes a deep breath, matched by her long sip of wine. “So if you’re due at the same time as Luna, that must mean…” she pauses, mentally calculating a possible timeline. “Around the time of our wedding?”

“Yeah,” I confirm.

“How long have you known?” Felicity asks.

I look at both my friends. “Couple of days. But you’re both the first people I’ve told. No one knows but my doctor. I needed a minute to try and process everything and calm down.”

Not that its worked.

“Not even your parents?”

I look at Luna and smirk. “They’re the last people I plan on telling.”

Felicity nods in understanding. “Violet is quite possibly the biggest hypocrite I’ve ever met—the woman who expects her daughter to have zero personal life and focus entirely on work yet has two children herself.”

“I wondered why you never mentioned her. She sounds delightful. Perhaps we can compare notes on supportive moms one day.” Luna takes a sip of juice and sets the glass back down. “Was it just one time with him?”

Flutters float through my body as that same memory of him behind comes racing back. “It was the night of the wedding.” I flick my hair over my shoulder. “It’s like I hate him and the way he seems able to crawl under my skin and call me out. The sexual tension has been building for ages?—"