“No, not even once,” I whisper. “Remember what the doctor said? I won’t. Not anymore.”

At the mention of our doctor, his stubbled jaw clenches. “Well, the doctor can go fuck herself.”

“Reed,” I warn. “Don’t say that. It’s not her fault that my morning sickness was so bad.”

“But it was her fucking job to make it better, wasn’t it?”

I sigh. “You know, you shouldn’t curse so much, Reed.”

His eyes flash, making me blush.

Then he asks gruffly, “Pest give you a hard time?”

“Of course not. She’s my best friend. We had tons of fun. We saw movies. We gossiped. We had pizza and popcorn. And cheesy fries. Also cupcakes.”

Aside from my nausea being gone, my hunger is back. I still can’t do meat. But God, give me all the fried stuff.

His lips twitch. “Peanut Butter Blossoms.”

Gosh, those cupcakes will be the death of me.

Because every time I eat them, I think about his mouth. I know I’m not supposed to but I do. I do think about his taste. And it doesn’t help that I’m surrounded by his scent, his clothes. Him.

I bite my lip, nodding. “And she bought me stuff.”

“Stuff.”

“Yeah. She got me tons of yarn and…”

Something flashes through his eyes then and I realize what I said. What it means.

I made him a sweater once. Took me weeks to work on that intarsia for him. I worked late into the night, trying to get it finished for his championship game.

My fingers hurt with the phantom pain now.

The pain over the fact that he must’ve thrown it away.

Because it didn’t mean anything to him.

But more than that, there’s pain in my hands from holding on to the past so tightly.

“To knit,” he says in a low voice, his gaze piercing into mine.

“Yeah. I wanna make her socks. And hats.”

“Sweaters.”

I swallow, still cradling my belly. “I wanna make her those too. But I’m afraid.”

“Of what?”

“What if… What if she doesn’t like them? My sweaters.”

A muscle on his cheek pulses. “She’d love them.”

My heart jumps. “You think so?”

“I fucking know so.”

I like it…

That’s what he said back when I gave him the sweater and I was so happy that he did. But he was lying. I know.

I also know that he isn’t lying now.

And his next fiercely-spoken words prove it. “Because you’ll make it. And for once you’ll make it for someone who actually deserves your perfectly made things and your first attempts at intarsia.”

“Reed, I…”

I trail off because I don’t know what I was going to say. I don’t know what I wanted to say.

What did I want to say to him?

It doesn’t matter anyway because Tempest decides to tell us both, from where she’s still standing by Reed’s Mustang, that she’s hungry and that we should finish making googly eyes at each other later.

And then I’m so embarrassed that I was, in fact, making googly eyes at him, I don’t even look at Reed all throughout dinner. Although I can feel his eyes on me and also on Tempest, whom I think he’s glaring at.

After we’re done, we have a debate on who’s going to do what in terms of cleaning up. Reed wants to do everything himself but I tell him no. I tell him that I’m fine now and I can do stuff. Plus he’s tired from work anyway. So I clean up the table, put away all the food, and Reed does the dishes.

Tempest watches it all with her gray eyes that never ever seem to stop laughing.

When we’re done, she pulls me out of the kitchen without even a word to Reed and drags me to my room, closing the door.

“So?” Tempest goes when she’s got the door locked.

“So?”

Wide-eyed, she asks, “Are you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“You’ve told me everything. Except one thing.”

“What is that?”

She sighs, looking at me, and her always smiling eyes go dim and grave. “Are you still mad at him? For what he did to you.”

My heart starts to thump in my chest. “I… I’m…”

She grabs my hand in hers and squeezes it. “Because if you are, then it’s okay. I support you.”

I squeeze it back. “A-and what if I’m not?”

“Then I support you too. Duh.”

“He’s your brother, Temp,” I remind her.

“I know. And I love him and he’s my BFF. But you’re my BFF too and I saw how you were that night. I saw what he did to you, Callie. I was there. He broke you.” She scoffs. “You’re the biggest good girl I’ve ever met and look what he made you do.”

My eyes sting.

I can’t believe this girl. I don’t know what I would’ve done if she hadn’t been with me. Not only that night but also throughout that summer.

I mean, she’s my partner in crime.

“So? Are you?” she prods.

And the only reason I can tell her is because not only do I love her but I also can’t keep it inside anymore. “I think… I think I’m tired now.”

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