Chapter 33

AYRA

Months Later…

I was sick to my stomach. This was the third time I was throwing up the contents of my stomach in the space of an hour.

Of course, I wasn’t naïve. This wasn’t the first time. Since the week began, I’d become best friends with the toilet.

“I think I’m pregnant,” I said to the girls over lunch. I couldn’t even bring myself to eat the food the server had placed in front of me. The diner was oddly empty, but I chalked it up to it being cold. Maybe they preferred staying home, where it was warm.

Reese couldn’t join us because she was heavily pregnant, and according to her, she didn’t want people congratulating her and letting her know how cute she looked with her bump.

"Face it. I’m fucking fat," she had barked at me one time when I said she was beautiful.

“Really?” Kimberly asked with excitement. “I was going to say the same thing. Logan and I are expecting a baby.”

“Oh, God,” Nikki groaned, banging her head on the table. “First, it was Reese, and now, it’s you two. Ree