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when I’d passed on the beer after the show, so I figured I’d just come clean. Besides, they were as much family as my brother and sister were. Almost more so. And I wasn’t sure if it was because they both were still buzzing from being on stage, or the few beers had taken them to their happy place, but both were supportive. Not one oh-shit-you-are-so-dumb had been uttered. It remained to be seen whether or not in the clear light of day and sober, if they’d still feel the same way.
    Of course being on stage meant my phone had been left unattended for a while, something that wasn’t usually a problem. That was before Joey had been informed I was incubating his seed. So when I eventually awoke the magical-rectangle-of-wonder from its silent seclusion it buzzed, vibrated and pinged like a firework on New Year’s Eve.
    Joey had texted, called, Facebook messaged, tweeted and then tried to text and call again. I wasn’t sure if I should be calling him back or filing a restraining order. My silent debate on whether or not to call ended when my phone had once again lit up on my way home from the gig.
    “Is something on fire because I have like eleven messages from you?” I shoved my guitar and amp in the back seat as I juggled opening the driver’s door while keeping the phone at my ear. It was a complicated dance, my foot able to kick the back door shut before I climbed into the car.
    “Hey, do you think we’re having twins? It’s just one baby, right?”
    I sunk into the driver’s seat as his speculation gave me another scenario I hadn’t thought of. Awesome. Because having one child of his wasn’t enough.
    “I don’t think so.” The thought taunted me as I considered the possibility.
    Oh, shit. Could I be having twins?
    “Okay, just asking.” The asshole added like it was no big deal, my non-committal answer obviously appeasing him.
    “Bye, Joey.”
    I didn’t bother explaining the mental minefield he’d just opened up. Or the level of panic he’d thrown me in.
    More for my own sake.
    I was scared of what other possibility he’d throw into the ring. Triplets? Please God, let there only be one.
    “See ya, Kenzie.”
    The calls had continued, each time another suggestion of shit that could either go wrong or some other internet half truths he needed to confirm. The finale of course had been the last one where we discussed masturbation and my memory. I was going to have to put my phone on silent. Or smother him. Either would work.
    Literally any more questions and I was probably going to have a panic attack. Or put into action all the things I’d been thinking about doing to him. None he’d actually enjoy. Mood swings were common in pregnancy apparently.
    Ugh.
    I was tired.
    And moody.
    And emotional.
    It was all a big ball of suck and I had zero answers. In fact, the only thing that looked remotely appealing was curling up in bed and trying to go to sleep. Because dealing with it hadn’t worked out so well, except to make me panic. Oh, and to make me more tired and irritable.
    So rather than fight the inevitable I trudged into my bedroom and collapsed onto my mattress. The weight of my body was accepted by the pillowy feather top as my eyes closed almost instantaneously. My body cocooned in my comforter seemed to know me better than I knew myself as I drifted off to sleep.
    My breathing evened out as I allowed the exhaustion to wash over me.
    Sleep was exactly what I needed.

It had been two days since I’d found out.
    Or was it three?
    Hours had mixed into each other, and to be honest a lot of it was a blur.
    Let’s just say it had been a few days since I’d found out. Yeah. Let’s go with that.
    So, it had been a few days and other than Max, I hadn’t filled anyone in on Kenzie’s status. And I wasn’t good with secrets, so the fact I’d been able to keep my mouth shut this long was a miracle. Some sort of prize wasn’t out of the question. Maybe even a medal. I had really impressed