“Surprise,” Hunter announces when we make our way into the living room.
“Are you crashing ladies’ night?” Becca asks with mock outrage, crossing her arms and glaring at us, but I notice the way her lip is twitching, like she’s holding back a smile.
The guys beeline for their woman as I search the room for Sutton.
“She’s upstairs,” Madison says, gesturing for me to follow her.
“Is she okay?” I ask as we climb the stairs.
“I think so.” She peers at me over her shoulder. “She’s a little overwhelmed. I’m sure it’s just pregnancy.” She knocks on one of the doors at the end of the hallway before pushing it open. “Look who I found.”
My heart squeezes when I see Sutton reclining on the bed, her eyes red rimmed.
“I’ll be downstairs if you need me,” Madison says.
I close the door behind me and walk over to the bed.
“You alright, love?” I ask.
She runs a hand over her face. “This is embarrassing.”
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. What can I do?” Does she need a drink? Something to eat? To go home?
“N-nothing,” she mutters.
“Come here.” I open my arms, and she gets off the bed and lets me hold her. “What’s going on? What can I do?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Of course it’s something. You’re upset.” I run a hand down her back and notice the deep breath she takes, as if she can finally breathe properly again now that I’m here. Which is ridiculous. It’s just a coincidence.
She shakes her head, and I wrap my arms tighter around her. Not sure what else I can do. I love that she lets me hold her like this, comfort her. I want to do this and so much more for her. If only she’d let me.
“Holly found out I was pregnant tonight. She and her fiancé have been trying to have a baby for a while, and they haven’t been able to.”
Oh. I hate that for them, and I hate that Sutton’s this upset about her friend finding out she’s pregnant.
“I’m sorry for them. That’s gotta be tough.”
She nods against me. “And here I am, pregnant when I wasn’t even trying. Hell, I was actively trying not to get pregnant, and what happened? I got pregnant. From a random night of sex. I feel so guilty.”
I rub small circles on her back. “There’s nothing to feel guilty about. It’s not an either or situation.”
She looks up at me. “What do you mean?”
“It’s not a you or Holly gets pregnant thing, as in it’s not like the reason Holly can’t get pregnant is because you are.”
“I know, but I feel bad. You should have seen how she looked when she found out.” She shakes her head. “Life’s so unfair.”
“I know, love. I know.” I pull her back against my chest.
“I am such a bad friend. I feel like an idiot. It just slipped out, and I …”
“You’re not a bad friend. You can’t control how she feels. You might have to accept that she needs space or that your friendship is a little strained for a while. Because it might be hard for her to see you pregnant. But you couldn’t have hidden the entire pregnancy from her. She’d have found out eventually.”
“I know. I just don’t know what to do.”
“Give her time and space if that’s what she needs to process her feelings.”