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My eyes widen. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”
Darcy snorts. “With the amount she drinks?” Her eyes dart to Lily and she winces. “Sorry.” She shakes her head. “No judgment.”
Lily doesn’t reply. Instead she just lies back on the bed and continues her story.
“I kept refusing to believe it. I pushed it to the back of my mind, even when I was throwing up every morning. Then it got to the point where I couldn’t deny it any longer. I knew before I even took the test that it was going to be positive …”
“And?” I press.
“It was.” She smiles at me through the fear and sadness. “That’s why I had to see him. I tried calling him, but he wouldn’t answer.” She laughs. “He probably thought I was still hung up on that night, or something. The last thing I wanted to do was come here and interrupt his wedding, but it was the only way I could think of where he had to talk to me.”
“Holy shit.” I shake my head. All this time I thought this was about Lily being Lily, and she was dealing with something as big as this. Alone. How could I not have seen the signs? They had to have been there. “I don’t know what to say.”
“I still don’t know what to say,” she admits with a laugh.
“Neither do I,” Darcy mutters.
Lily lets out a loud laugh.
“For the record, I haven’t drunk anything since I found out,” she smiles at Darcy. “Everything you guys saw me drink? Alcohol free. Even that cocktail had no alcohol in it.” She pauses. “Well, mine, anyway.”
“Really?” Darcy’s eyes widen. “The empty bottle of vodka at the chapel?”
“Was there when I got there.” She shrugs. “You, guys thought it was mine. I just played along.”
“What about the fact that you’ve had the world’s longest hangover?” Darcy challenges.
“The throwing up, the fatigue the generally being unable to function like a person? It’s all just really bad morning sickness.” She makes a face. “Well, in my case, all fucking day sickness.”
“Why pretend you’d been drinking?” I ask.
“Because without, you both would’ve picked up on it. I thought if I got you to drink enough, you might not figure it out,” she says to me. “I knew Darcy would take care of herself.”
“Thanks.” Darcy smirks.
I giggle, because I don’t think it was a compliment. In spite of everything, she was pretty clever to pull it all off.
“And running off? Twice?” I add.
“I know that was sneaky of me, but I needed to speak to him. If I told you, you would’ve tried to stop me,” she says. “I needed to tell him before the wedding. I don’t care if he marries her, but he deserves to know.”
“And was part of your plan to use me as bait?” I ask, narrowing my eyes as I remember her text fail.
Her face goes red. “Julian was the only one who was supposed to get that,” she whispers. She leans over and grabs my hand. “Just to show him we were here. I’m so sorry, Katie. About everything. I really am. I didn’t mean to drag you into this. And then everything got even messier.”
“It’s okay,” I say. I’m still trying to piece everything together in my mind, but she has enough on her mind without me adding to it. “I just wish you trusted me enough to tell me.”
“I wanted to tell you …” she admits.
I look up when the door cracks open. Adam pokes his head in. He raises his eyebrows at me, then his gaze moves to Lily.
“Julian’s here. He wants to speak with Lily,” he says.
Lily glances at me, a look of terror in her eyes. I give her a hug.
“Call me if you need me, okay?”
Then she stands up and walks over to the door. Julian says something to her and then they both leave. I frown at Adam as he shuts the door.
“Is it a good idea for the two of them to be out there?” I ask.
“They’re going to his room, which is just a few doors down.”
“Still, what happens if Lola or Alberto go to visit him?” Darcy says.
Adam smirks at her as he sits down next to me.
“Alberto doesn’t visit people. He orders them to visit him. And it’s the night before the wedding. I can’t imagine Lola breaking tradition and wanting to see him.”
I nod. “Okay.”
I lean forward, tucking my hands beneath me as I study the floor. My quiet, somber mood doesn’t go unnoticed with Adam. He studies me for a moment, just like the tension between him and I is obvious to Darcy. The three of us, sitting there, in silence… Talk about awkward.
“You’re awfully quiet,” he comments.
“Sorry. I’m just thinking …” I sigh.
“About Lily?” he asks. I nod. “She’ll be okay.”
“As okay as Lily gets, anyway,” Darcy comments.
