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Prologue

Cara

Two blue lines.

Two pink lines.

One pink plus sign.

In my hand, blurry vision can do nothing to diminish the digital readout, bold as can be.PREGNANT.

“These can’t be right.”

“I’m afraid they are, sweetie.” Jenna’s gentle hand makes large sweeping circles on my back where I’m hunched over the closed toilet seat. In front of me is the proof she’s right.

Denial, however, is quickly replacing her as my new best friend.

Pregnant. Knocked up from a one-night stand at the age of twenty-four.

My parents will be so proud. Shit.

“Oh my God.” My groan has nothing to do with the morning sickness that hasn’t abated despite it being three o’clock in the afternoon. Morning sickness my ass. More like all day and half the night. Everything makes me want to hurl these days. It shouldn’t be too shocking to be staring at a half-dozen pregnancy tests that confirm what I’ve already been smart enough to figure out.

No, the groan has everything to do with what in the hell I’m supposed to do now.

And, you know…my parents.

Shit shitdamn.

“Want to tell me what happened?” Jenna asks, crouching down next to me. Her hand hasn’t stopped moving and I’m desperate for her to lull me to sleep. Put me into a trance and take me back in time to about six weeks ago. The night she got married. The night she stood at the altar and pledged her forever to her new husband, Dan. The night Dan’s friend from college walked me down the aisle following the happy couple. The night he then whisked me into his arms on the dance floor, licked tequila salt off my wrist, and then took me to his room.

Fantastic.

My baby daddy is a professional wooer.

“I had sex and got pregnant, Jenna. What else is there to explain?”

“Sassy when you’re knocked up, aren’t you?”

“Shut up.”

She nudges her knee into my hip. “You know what I mean. You’re tight-lipped about this. What are you hiding?”

“Wasn’t tight-lipped a few months ago.”

She snorts and playfully slaps my back. “Gross. Those aren’t the details I need. This isn’t like you, you know? I can’t help it if your silence is worrying me. Who’s the guy?”

I’d love to tell her it’s no one she knows. But no, I had to go and get pregnant by the best man at my best friend’s wedding.

“Ugh.”

“Come on,” she says, pushing me harder. The force of her jostling makes my stomach roll and I lift the toilet lid.

“Knock it off. You’re making me sick.”

“Sorry. Crap. But you’re going to tell me, right?”

Shit shitdamn.Again.