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“How do you know that?”
“She changed from sweating to shivering several times throughout the day.”
Snuggling deeper into her two-sizes-too-big sweater, Charlie mumbles, “Dead giveaway.”
My mom nods and says, “White witch,” in reference to women’s cycles mirroring the moon cycle. I can’t remember what all of them are but white witches must bleed on the new moon because the new moon’s coming up in a couple days.
“She always does that,” I say.
Breck shrugs. “Maybe she’s pregnant.”
“What do you know about being pregnant?” I growl, earning identical eye rolls from both twins before Charlie buries her nose in her phone, her blinks slower than normal. I don’t know what all she’s got going on lately, but whatever it is, she’s exhausted. And it’s not just from this past weekend having Halloween and homecoming. The last couple times I’ve been here, she’s either just waking up or dozing off.
It better not be a boy. Motherfucker’ll be getting a Chaste Tree down the throat. I got just the fucking one.
“Does that happen during pregnancy, too? Or just from PMS?” Breckyn questions our mom.
With a thoughtful expression, Mom answers, “Everyone’s different,” before looking at me directly to ask, “Could she be pregnant?”
Could Lex be pregnant? I guess technically shecould. But it’d be too early to be showing symptoms. I think.
I don’t fucking know. Like my mom said, everybody’s different. I do know Lex’s body temperature’s been unstable since before we had sex.
Maybe she was already pregnant.
The thought of knocking up Lex myself didn’t faze me at the time—and truthfully, still doesn’t—but the idea she could be carrying Kordin’s kid…
If she was though, why’d she bring up becoming pregnant right after I nutted in her like the possibility was a genuine concern?
Turning to leave, I give a blanket goodbye to the room, ending the conversation. I’m not talking to them about Lex. I’m not talking to anyone about Lex. Even if I could, I don’t know what to fucking say. She’s…
And I’m…
Fuck.
My sisters follow me out.
Without breaking stride, I lift the hand with the chocolates by my head, telling Breckyn, “Thanks.”
“Thankyou.”
Charlie adds, “For everything.”
This finally stops me and I pivot to see both of them standing at the threshold, staring at me with open adoration. I tuck the image away. It’ll serve as the fuel for the absolute inferno I’ll need to make to keep Cyrus’s hands from reaching them.
“Get inside and lock the door.”
“Love you, too,” they say in unison, then close the door. I wait until I hear the deadbolt click into place to turn back around, a small grin tugging at my lips.
I love them. They know I do. The deepest love isn’t spoken, it’s shown. Mouths lie, but actions reveal the truth.
Darkness greets me as I close the door to my loft, but I don’t bother turning on any lights. I can walk this apartment blindfolded and not run into a single thing. It’s furnished to my liking; I just try to practice walking with limited visibility as much as I can, so when I have to navigate other unfamiliar places at night, it’s like second nature.
Dropping the shopping bag on the table by the door, I cross to the wall of eight-foot windows on the opposite side. Not one of them is covered, allowing the view to be seen from anywhere inside.
Arms crossed at my chest, I stare out at the dark river below, taking a long full inhale while listening to the powerful rush of water. With twilight just sinking away for the night, the waterfalls are hard to see but thankfully still easy to hear, even with the doors and windows closed.
I hate city life. I hate even being close to city life. If I could, I’d live where there were no people around. Just trees and water and wildlife. I found this nineteenth-century cotton factory turned loft-style apartment complex and knew it was as close as I’d get in Fox Hollow. Sitting high above a river that runs into the Hudson, the building overlooks a large waterfall.
