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was going to catch a baby in eight and a half months, whether he liked it or not.
    Oh no, I’m not one of those martyr types that takes on everything and insists on raising my baby alone. I just didn’t know how to tell him yet. I needed to get my wits about me first. So I sat there in the passenger seat of his BMW, watching the trees whip past while he held my hand. I chewed on my upper lip the whole way to keep myself from crying.
    “Of course,” James agreed. “I insist that you stay home. In a few days, you’ll be as good as new.”
    We pulled in his driveway and he circled around and into the garage. I glanced out at the pool, wishing I could spend the rest of the afternoon floating on a raft with a frozen virgin daiquiri. I bit my lip extra hard at the irony of drinking a virgin anything.
    “I wish I could stay here with you,” I said.
    That wasn’t really what was in my heart. I mean it was, but it was so much more than that. I wanted to stay with James every night and never leave his side. I wanted him to pull me close and never let go. I wanted to cling to his strength and feel safe in his arms and know that nothing bad was ever going to happen to me or my baby.
    But how could I put that into words? I just couldn’t.
    “I wish you could stay here too, sweetheart.”
    The helplessness in his reply made my stomach heavy with grief. And now I had to go home and face my family and the solitude of my bedroom. The last thing I wanted was to be alone in my bed that night.
    James ended up following me home, even though I told him it wasn’t necessary. He had stopped earlier to get me a milkshake and some French fries, though I really wanted a big, juicy hamburger. But it wasn’t like I was going to pass out from starvation or anything either. Besides, if I had eaten all that, James never would have believed I was sick with the flu.
    Once I got home, I made a beeline for the bed, briefing my parents on what had happened at work. They gave James a curt ‘thank you’ for following me home. Boy, if they knew what was really going on, they’d read James the riot act. Not now, I told myself. The last thing the baby needed was for me to stress about anything. A long nap was just what the doctor ordered to forget about the current events of my fucked up life.
    Several days later, I returned to work. James had called to check on me several times, and even told me that one of his regular clients had asked about me. Apparently I had made an impression with just a few phone calls. I have that effect on people. Must be my goofy laugh. I laugh at everything.
    But the past few days, I hadn’t laughed at anything. I wondered how long it would be before I had another giggle fit.
    That morning, I woke up sick to my stomach for the first time. I managed to stumble into the kitchen and grab a few crackers without my parents noticing the odd breakfast choice. But then my mom walked in.
    “Good morning, sweetheart. Feeling better?” she asked, putting a palm to my forehead.
    “Mm-hmm,” I lied.
    “How about some eggs and biscuits, then? You need a good start if you’re going back to work.”
    The mere mention of biscuits made me want to toss my cookies.
    “No, I already grabbed a breakfast bar,” I lied again. “I need to get ready so I’m not late, but thanks anyway, mama.”
    I scurried off to finish getting ready and barely arrived at work without having to pull over and puke. My stomach churned the whole way. I parked in James’ driveway, and my excitement about seeing him dwindled fast as I clenched my gut, hungry and nauseated all at once. I really should have grabbed some saltines for the road.
    Once I got inside, James was sitting at the breakfast table with his morning tea and newspaper. His smile warmed me from head to toe.
    “There you are. So glad you’re feeling better.” James kissed me on the forehead, and I caught a whiff of his black tea. My stomach rolled again and I swallowed hard.
    I mumbled a