I crack the window. It’s far too stuffy in here with us breathing the same air.

“I hate this song,” she says and turns off the radio, leaving us in awkward silence.

Her hand is draped over the steering wheel, her mouth a hard set.

“Who’s the father?” she blurts out.

I lean my head against the window, trying not to get sick. The last thing I want to tell her is who the father is. It won’t take her long to figure out seeing as I have no friends and the only place I ever want to be is next door.

“Is it Deacon?” she finally asks.

As much as I want to, it’s too late to deny it. She’ll find out eventually. I just wanted him to be the first to know.

I nod.

Remy. You were supposed to watch

say. “I’m sorry.” But I’m not actually sorry. I knew what I was getting myself into when Deacon and I hadn’t used protection, and he knew too. This wasn’t an accident like when my mom

your childhood crush would come back to haunt me. I’d

you know about my crush on Deacon?”

women in the neighborhood. We were all guilty

the man who is

Sam’s judgment, but also because I need to tell Deacon. I just hope he meant what he

I hate it

I just don’t want you to end up a single mom like me. It’s difficult raising a

is nothing like Dad. He’ll help

an amazing father. Bailey is his pride and joy—oh my god, it just hit me; if I’m pregnant, Bailey and this child are going to be siblings. The thought makes me unreasonably happy even though I know

out?” my mom asks. “He already has an infant

my hands, braid my

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