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says flatly. “The little spawns belong in cages where they aren’t stealing the life of their mothers. Seriously, isn’t it enough that a woman carries a baby over nine months and it nearly destroys her body?” She shudders. “Then she’s expected to let it feed off her tits and wreck those along with torturing her with screaming, puking, pooping, and God only knows what else they are capable of expelling out of one of their holes in the eighteen years that we’re responsible for them.”
    “I think I’m gonna throw up,” Mark says, covering his mouth with one hand as he gags.
    “You’re gonna have like eleven kids, Lyn, you know that, right?” Dixon asks, smiling wide.
    Lynsey glares at him across the table. “Oh yeah? Well, I hope your dick rots off,” she snaps making him wince and clutch his chest dramatically.
    “Lyn, that hurt.”
    “Kennedy, are you…” Mark leans over and cups his hand over his lips. “Pregnant?”
    Suddenly everyone’s eyes are on me and I can feel the color draining from my face. Grabbing the beer from Dixon’s hand, I chug it, causing him to scowl at me.
    “That’s two beers in one night that you bitches have stolen from me. I feel like you owe me a hooker or somethin’ to make up for stealin’ my buzz.”
    “Does that answer your question, Mark?” I ask, turning to stare at him and ignore Dixon. “Pregnant chicks can’t drink.”
    “Well,” Lynsey says, waving a hand in the air. “They can, but the doctors frown upon it. If it were me though, I’d encourage it. Get a head start, bitch, you’re gonna need that buzz.”
    When I turn back to face everyone, Dixon is still pouting over the loss of another beer while Gunnar leans back in his chair, not taking his eyes off of me. I know that probably wasn’t the best way to make it known that I wasn’t pregnant, but it was the first thing to come to mind. Plus, I’m sure the buzz I’ll have after drinking tonight will come in handy when Gunnar wants to talk about my reaction. I can see it in his eyes, it’s coming. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for practicing, and babies are cute… as long as I can send them back to their parents. Yeah, one day in the distant future I’d like to be a mother, but that day is not today or even anytime soon.
    “And I thought it was just me that was against procreatin’,” Dixon says, laughing. “Although, the world would be a much more interestin’ place with a bunch of tiny Dix runnin’ around.”
    “Fuck,” Lynsey groans. “Don’t curse the world with more than one of your sorry ass.”
    I want to laugh, but I can’t. I want to crack a joke about how the world can barely handle one of him, let alone his spawn, but I can’t. I can’t because I can feel the disappointment rolling off of Gunnar right now. If he honestly thought that the thing missing from our marriage is a baby, he knows better now, even if it wasn’t the ideal way to tell him.
    Everyone notices the tension between Gunnar and me, but like the good friends they are, they carry the conversation instead of letting things get more awkward.
    By the end of the night, they’ve managed to get a few laughs out of both of us. However, thanks to the alcohol flowing through us all things have eased up a bit by the time the door shuts behind the three of them. Grabbing the rest of the dishes off the table, I slide them into the water and begin scrubbing, thinking that maybe if I ignore the elephant in the room now that we’re alone that it will go away.
    I feel Gunnar’s eyes on me as I scrub the plate harder than needed. Stepping up behind me, he wraps his arms around my chest, pinning my arms to my sides so I can’t move them. He drops his face into the crook of my neck, placing a gentle kiss where his lips land. I lean back against him, shifting my head to the side so he can keep doing what he’s doing and watch our reflection in the window.
    “Still love me tonight?” I whisper. I’m not really a