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I stare at her for a long moment, completely stunned. She’swhat?
Puzzlement crosses her features. “Huh? What just happened?”
I quickly shake my head, unsure whether to be relieved that she doesn’t know about my relationship with Wes, or wishingthatwas what the revelation was.Pregnant?What the actual fuck. “It’s nothing. Sorry. I just…” I shake my head again. “Did you seriously just say…”
“You can stop freaking out so much,” she says dryly. “It’s not yours.”
I let out a heavy breath of relief and sit back in my chair. I mean, I didn’t think it was likely considering it’s been almost eight months since the last time we slept together, but even so…when your ex tells you she’s pregnant, it’s a bit hard not to panic.
“Sorry,” I say a little sheepishly. “Are you okay?”
She lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m fine. Morning sickness is a bitch, but other than that I’m doing okay.”
“How did the family take it?” I ask casually. What I really want to know is how Wes reacted to the news and why he decided not to tell me.
“I haven’t told them yet.”
I blink at her in surprise. “You haven’t?”
She shakes her head. “I haven’t told anyone. Well, apart from you, obviously.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t really know anyone here well enough yet. And my family…it’s the kind of thing I’d prefer to tell them in person.”
I nod. “Fair enough. So, when are you going to tell your family?”
She shrugs. “I’ll be back in London for Christmas. I’ll tell them then.”
My eyes widen in horror. “Emma, that’s almost a month away. I don’t know if I’m comfortable keeping this to myself for that long…”
She reaches across the table to cover my hand with hers, her expression pleading. “Please, Dev. I could really use a friend right now. And it’s not as though you’ll have to lie to anyone,” she points out. “When will you be seeing any of my family between now and then?”
Well, unless I want to inform her that I’ll be seeing her brother—preferably naked—as soon as I get home on Thursday, I really don’t have a leg to stand on. Besides, as much as I hate being in the middle of this, it’s Emma’s choice who she wants to tell and when; I have to respect that.
I sigh, resigned. “Okay, yeah. Whatever you need.”
She offers a wobbly smile. “Thank you. And thanks for…not prying.”
I hold my hands up. “Not my business.”
“I just want you to know, though—we were definitely broken up.”
I offer a soft smile. “I never thought otherwise.”
