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“Mmm-hmm,” Felicity says around her glass.

I drop my shoulders and raise a brow at her. “As I was saying, it’s been building for a while, and, well, on the day of the wedding, he asked me to spend a night with him. He said I would be back for more.”

“And obviously, you took him up on his offer.”

I look at Luna and trace a circle over my stomach. “Obviously.”

“I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Was it good, and therefore, will you be ‘back for more?’”

I throw her an incredulous look. “What do you think, Felicity?”

“I think you went all night long with him, and despite the current conditions, you will, in fact, be ‘back for more.’ But you hate the fact you want to.” She sets down her wine glass. “Let’s be real for a second, though; more sex with Jensen Jones is low on the list of priorities.”

“No kidding,” I agree sarcastically.

“You need to tell him, like yesterday.”

“Seconded,” Luna declares.

I sit back in my chair and cross my legs over at the knee. “Are we forgetting he’s a dickhead who doesn’t do commitment? The moment I tell him I’m carrying his child, he’s going to run so fast in the opposite direction that the Scorpions will be looking for a new goalie.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Also, can I just point out that you are more alike than you care to admit? And I think that’s why you clash. You don’t do commitment, but I don’t see you running away from your responsibilities, ever.” Felicity points out.

“He is your doppelganger,” Luna nods.

“What?”

“Deny it all you want, babe, but that’s why he’s under your skin so much and likely you under his. You both infuriate each other, but you’re also like magnets, physically attracted to one another.” Felicity makes yet another accurate statement.

I drop my head between my shoulders, my hair falling in front of my face as I let out a low groan. “I’m not built to be a mom, and I can’t see him relishing being a dad, especially to the baby of a ‘spoiled princess.’” I hold up my fingers and air quote the last two words.

“He said that?” Luna exclaims.

“He doesn’t mean it,” Felicity quickly counters.

My head whips up. “Why are you defending him?”

She leans forward, clasping her hands together on the table. “Like it or not, babe, you’re now having a baby with him. I’m not saying fall madly in love with the guy, but I am saying you need to get along, for both of your sakes. I’m also saying you need to give him a chance because I think he might just surprise you.”

I purse my lips together and nod. “I agree with you, apart from the last bit. I just don’t see him stepping up.”

“Also, you’re going to be a great mom, and you know why? Because everything you set your mind to, you do with determination and heart. Yes, this isn’t where you expected to be, but you will nail it, and you have us to support you.” Felicity gestures between herself and Luna.

“We can share our pregnancy journeys!” Luna squeaks with excitement.

I smile sweetly at her. “Other than our gestation period and due dates, I don’t think our journeys will look very similar.”

Reaching across, Luna places her hand over mine. “Talk to him. Let him support you. I think Felicity’s right.”

“I will,” I say, looking at the menu to finally decide what I want. “As soon as possible.”

“Today,” Felicity insists. “Right after this lunch. He’s at home packing and relaxing before he heads to Alberta.”

A wave of disappointment hits me, and I hate it. “He’s heading out of town?”

I swear she notices and smirks at the way I try to hide my reaction. “Yes. He leaves in a day or two—I can’t remember exactly when Jon said—but he’s at home. He’s been more withdrawn lately. Not the same Jensen.”

“He has?”