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The restaurant buzzed with laughter and clinking silverware, but I was barely paying attention. Josh and Laura were across from me, deep in conversation about something or other, but I couldn't shake the nagging feeling in the back of my mind. "Hey, Josh," I said, interrupting whatever he was rambling about. "Where's Luke?"

He blinked at me, confused. "What do you mean? He said he was picking up Italian and meeting you at home."

My stomach dropped. "Shit. I forgot to text him and tell him I was feeling better and decided to join you guys."

Laura winced sympathetically. "Oops."

"It's fine," I said quickly, grabbing my purse. "I'll just head back and meet him there."

Josh gave me a look like he wanted to say something smart, but Laura nudged him under the table, and he wisely kept his mouth shut.

The drive home was short, thankfully, and I pulled into the driveway with a sigh of relief. My hands rested on my belly for a moment before I climbed out. "You're lucky your dad is the forgiving type," I murmured to the baby, knowing full well Luke was going to give me hell for leaving him in the dark,

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The moment l'opened the front door, the rich aroma of carbs hit me. My lips curved into a smile. Pasta. My heart melted a little at the thought of Luke going out of his way to grab my favorite. God, I loved that man. But he wasn't in the kitchen.

The containers were still sealed on the counter, the oven keeping everything warm.

I paused, listening.

From upstairs, I heard the faint creak of a door opening.

He was probably in the shower. That man loved to work himself to the bone and then take forever in the bathroom.

this baby had officially claimed my bladder as its personal trampoline. Seriously, did

dimly lit, and I was halfway to the bathroom when the bedroom

stepped out, "What the fuck was

and sharp

I said, offering him a smile as I stepped

his shoulders snapping back

I asked, frowning as I moved closer.

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tell you I decided to go to dinner

at me like he was trying to process my

bedroom door

the hallway, as Sarah stepped out, her damp blond hair clinging to her

his hair to his sides as he stared

rolling her eyes dramatically. "Relax, sheesh," she said, crossing her arms. "There wasn't any water downstairs, that's all. I wanted a hot

my gaze darting between Luke, who was half-dressed and still pale as a sheet, and Sarah, who seemed entirely too comfortable with the situation. For a fleeting second, I could have suspected the worst. But the stunned, deer-in-the-headlights look on Luke's face told me he had no

be pregnant,

into a tight smile. "Luke Jooks like he's just seen

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having people walk

her brows lifting as if she were

practically hear the cogwheels turning

her tone dripping with faux sincerity. "I should've locked the door. But, I mean,

the statement with a wink aimed directly at

right to that smirking face of hers. But no, I couldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing she got under my skin. Instead, I plastered on the politest smile I could muster, ignoring the fire burning in my chest. "Noted," I said curtly, turning on

to make a statement-and led him into

another word.