Page 93 of Wicked Brutal

“I’m reading.”

Tobias looks over. “The leprechaun steals pretzels.”

“Thank you. Finally, someone is considering another suspect.” I stare at my father. Ally starts laughing again.

I steal a pretzel while Ally is distracted, and she slaps my hand. “Ow.”

“Criminal.” She reaches into the bowl again and frowns when her fingers scrape the bottom. “Why are these almost gone?”

I slowly turn my head, and she looks at me. “You ate them.”

“I’ve had four. I haven’t eaten that many.”

“Baby, I’ve literally watched you eat them for the last hour.”

“I have not.”

“You have.”

She looks into the bowl like someone might have broken into the house and emptied it while she wasn’t paying attention. Then she shrugs. “Well, your baby is making me starving today, so this sounds like your problem.”

Tobias gasps. Ally freezes. The room does too. “Baby?”

Her eyes fly to mine. Fuck.

“What baby?” he asks.

“Toby—“

“Ryan has a baby?”

“No, I—“

“Where is it?”

“Tobias, wait!”

“Is it here?”

“Toby.”

“Can I see it?”

“Just give me—“

“Is it your baby too?” Ally puts the bowl down too fast, and pretzels scatter across the coffee table. Tobias doesn’t notice. “Is it in your tummy?”

Her face drains of color. “Tobias.”

“Is that why you get sick?”

“Toby, please!”

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

“I don’t know.”

“How big is it?”