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I shot Whitley a dirty look. “Funny. What in the hell, Whitley? I’m on the pill. I can’t be pregnant.”

Whitley took a bite of her food and rolled her eyes. “Please. Courtney, you know that isn’t one hundred percent. Did you maybe forget to take a pill?”

I shook my head. “No.” I thought about it a little harder.

I was terrible with my pills. I never took them at the same time of day like I was supposed to do, and I’d missed pills before. Did I miss a pill and just not think about it? Shit!

“At least, I don’t think I have. Fuck, I don’t know. I’ve missed them before, and I just don’t think about it.” I looked down at the plate of food in front of me. I couldn’t even think about putting a thing into my stomach.

Whitley touched my hand, causing me to jump. “Have you missed your period, Court?”

My heart started pounding when I realized I hadn’t started yet, and when I looked up at Whitley, she smiled that big, stupid smile again.

“I was, um…I should have…last week. I should have started last week. I guess I wasn’t paying attention. It’s all been such a crazy ride, and I wasn’t even…” Then, I thought about Reed again. Oh. My. God. Reed. What’s Reed going to think about this? I felt the tears building in my eyes. “Well, hell, I guess this explains why I keep getting all emotional,” I said as I wiped away a tear.

“Are you not happy about this, Court?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I think I am. I mean, I guess I’m just in shock, ya know? Reed and I haven’t even talked about kids. What if he…what if he gets upset? We haven’t even gotten to spend time together, and now…” I brought my hands up to my face and attempted to stop myself from crying. Then, another thought hit me. I dropped my hands and started laughing.

Whitley looked at me like I was crazy. “Oh shit, you’re going to be fun through this pregnancy. You’re laughing and crying at the same time, Courtney.”

“My mother, Whitley! I told my mother I wasn’t pregnant, and here I am…” I started laughing harder. “It’s like karma. I was going to tease her with your pregnancy test, and here I am, pregnant after all!” I started laughing so hard that I couldn’t breathe.

That got Whitley laughing, and before I knew it, we both had tears streaming down our faces.

I glanced up and saw Reed. I instantly stopped laughing and wiped away my tears. I jumped up, almost causing my chair to fall backward.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in a panicked voice.

Whitley cleared her throat. “Court, settle down, honey.”

Reed brought me into his arms and whispered in my ear, “I missed your warmth.”

I instantly felt my need for him and let out a low moan. “Oh God, Reed,” I whispered.

He pulled back and smiled before looking down at my plate. “What’s wrong with the food?” He looked at Whitley’s almost cleared plate and then back at my full plate.

“I, um…I wasn’t really hungry. I couldn’t eat.”

I looked at Whitley as she grinned in the most obvious way.

Reed winked at me and asked, “Are y’all about finished?”

“Yes!” Whit yelled as I screamed, “No!”

Layton and Reed both started laughing.

“Whit says yes, and Courtney says no. This should be fun,” Layton said.

Whitley stood up and put her hands on her stomach. “Whew, I just all of a sudden got so tired. We have such a big day tomorrow. I should head up to the room and take it easy for the rest of the night.”

I gave her the dirtiest look I could muster up. Traitor.

Layton pulled Whitley closer to him. “That sounds like a wonderful plan. What are y’all going to do?”

Reed looked into my eyes. “Probably head up to the room. I need to make sure my princess gets her beauty sleep.”

Whitley let out a gruff laugh. “Yeah, right. I highly doubt either of you will sleep tonight.”

I snapped my head over and glared at her.

“Sex, Court. I’m talking about pre-wedding sex.” She wiggled her eyebrows up and down as she started making her way over to me. She pulled me into her arms and said in my ear, just low enough for only me to hear, “Tell him tonight. He’s going to be over the moon, I promise you.”

When she stepped back, I instantly missed her calming touch. I nodded my head and said, “I promise, I will.”

Layton walked up, leaned down, and kissed me on the cheek. “You’re going to be beautiful tomorrow, Courtney. Get some sleep, sweetheart.”

I smiled a weak smile. “Thanks, Layton. I will. Take care of my girl, or I’ll bust you in the nuts.”

Layton’s smile faded for a second, and then he started laughing. “God, I love you, Courtney. You always catch me off guard.”

Reed laughed as he pulled out some money, set it down on the table, and then grabbed my hand.

I quickly turned to get my purse and felt dizzy. Shit. The room began spinning. I had to hold on to the chair until everything stopped moving.

“Court? Are you okay?” Whitley asked.

Reed held on to me to steady my swaying body.

I nodded my head. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just spun around too fast and got dizzy, that’s all.”

As we walked to the elevators, Layton and Reed were planning something for after the wedding tomorrow.

I had a million things running through my head. How in the hell do I tell Reed? When do I tell Reed? Do I tell him before or after the wedding? If I tell him after the wedding and he is upset with the idea, he might think I trapped him. Shit! Shit! Shit!

My cell phone went off with a text message notification. I pulled it out and sucked in a breath of air.

Mom: Well, how long does a pregnancy test take?

I peeked up at Whitley and mouthed, My mom.

She smiled and winked at me.

Nice. Some friend she is.

She thought the whole thing was romantic and sweet—not to mention, funnier than shit.

I mouthed back, I hate you.

She made a heart with her hands and giggled.

“Who’s the text from, baby?” Reed asked.

I panicked. He was with me when I bought the tests. He’s going to ask if I sent my mom a pic of the test.

“My mom,” I barely said.

“Oh yeah? Did y’all ever trick her by sending her a pic of Whit’s positive pregnancy test?” Reed asked as he let out a small chuckle.

“So mean, Courtney, but so you,” Layton said as we stepped into the elevator and headed up to our suites.