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“Yeah. You’re a total badass. I sort of figured you’d think I was a wimpy soft female who only wanted to be married and make a home with someone.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No. It’s not. It’s an amazing thing. But you’re so incredible and have this fascinating career to boot.”
“And you don’t? I just play with cars. You’re ten times more fascinating than I am, and you’re going to have it all.”
“So are you, Tish,” she said softly, her eyes sparkling in that all-knowing way I found comforting tonight rather than irritating. “If you let yourself.”
I took a deep breath to stop myself from hunching my shoulders. Not immediately going on the defensive was so much harder than I’d ever guessed. “Can you see your own baby’s aura?”
She shook her head. “Too close to him or her.” She rubbed her growing belly with the hand not holding the cupcake. “But I’ve tried. A lot.”
“You don’t want to know officially? Or it still too soon?”
“To be honest, I was hoping I’d be able to tell and then could test the accuracy with the result. But none of my research has allowed me to find a way.”
“What about Ryan? Isn’t your bestie witchy too?”
“Auras aren’t her thing.”
“Hmm.”
“I know it all sounds crazy. I just appreciate you being so patient about it. Some people are not.” She went back to eating her cupcake in an avaricious way I completely envied.
I’d be lucky if I didn’t end up making friends with the porcelain throne again before this night was through. Though some of that could have been due to nerves.
Fuck me sideways, I’m having a baby.
Maybe.
“Caleb isn’t one of those, I’m assuming.”
“Goddess, no. He’s curious about everything and is always encouraging me to talk about my practice. Even when I come up with ideas that we can try that some might consider…unusual.”
“Like?” I couldn’t resist. Plus, talking to her was distracting me from my queasiness.
She glanced around conspiratorially and lowered her voice. “Like seeing if I could tease out the baby’s aura during Tantric sex. I mean, as Tantric as I can get with this body right now. It gets harder to hold certain positions. And you have to pee a lot.”
“Yay.” My tone sounded vaguely like Daria’s from that 90s era comic sketch on MTV. “The fun factor of all of this sounds enormous.”
“Some women love being pregnant.”
I stared at her dubiously. “Do you have proof?”
“Well, I’m not in the habit of handing out lie detector tests, but yeah, I have it on good authority.”
“Do you?”
“Most of the time, I really enjoy it. It feels special. Like you and this other person love each other so much something beautiful came from that love. And of course, it’s not always that way. Some situations aren’t nearly as happy, unfortunately. But we feel really blessed that ours is.”
“Hmm. I mean, that’s sweet and all…”
“But you’re thinking I’m full of crap.”
“Not full of it.”
She tried not to smile. “Pretty sure you’re not going to be one of the women who loves pregnancy?”
