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lets loose again.
    “Has she
been drinking?” the doctor asks.
    “No. This
is just crazy. You might want to double check those lab results, doc. I’m not
pregnant.”
    “Uh, yeah,
you are.”
    I’m
stunned. I blink at him.
    “Only you,
Stacy.” Brynna takes a deep breath and wipes a tear from her eye. “Only you
would struggle through infertility treatments for three years, finally have a
baby, and then get pregnant again right away without even trying.”
    “I’ve seen
it before,” Doc responds. “Sometimes a woman’s system sort of ‘resets’ itself
after a pregnancy, and she’s able to get pregnant right way.”
    Huh.
    “When was
your last menstrual cycle?” he asks.
    “I don’t
remember. Probably before I got pregnant with Sophie. I just thought my
hormones hadn’t leveled out from the pregnancy yet.”
    “So you
probably got pregnant a couple months ago.”
    “Tahiti?”
Brynna mutters.
    Tahiti.
    “Shit,
I’ve had alcohol! I wasn’t breast feeding Soph, so I’ve had drinks here and
there since Tahiti.”
    “More than
a few on a daily basis?” he asks.
    “No, more
like a few a month.”
    “You’re
fine,” he smiles reassuringly. “You know the drill. Call your OB and set up an
ultrasound and consult.”
    “So,
everything else is okay?” I ask.
    “Yep,
you’re great. Best of luck to you.”
    I stare at
Brynna for a minute, my mouth opening and shutting like a fish out of water.
    “Lunch,”
she says and takes my hand, pulling me out of the office. What is it with
everyone pulling me all over the place lately?
    “I have to
take my groceries home and get Sophie.”
    “We’ll
take your groceries home, put away the perishables, and then go to lunch. Your
mom is enjoying Sophie.”
    “Okay.”
    “Can you
drive?”
    “Yeah,
why?”
    “Because
you’re trying to unlock your car with your lip gloss rather than your key fob.”
    I look
down at the lip gloss in my hand. “Shit.”
    “I’ll
drive, we’ll leave my car here, and I’ll have my dad come get it later.”
    “Okay.”
    “How do
you feel?” she asks as we pull in the driveway. I’m still staring numbly ahead
in shock.
    “Not
pregnant.”
    “Come on,
let’s do this so we can go.”
    We quickly
unload the bags of groceries from the car to the kitchen and stow all the food
that belongs in the freezer or fridge away, and before I know it, we’re back in
the car and pulling into a nearby Mexican restaurant.
    “We’re
getting margaritas.” She grins over at me. “We’ll make yours a virgin.”
    “Fuck, no
alcohol for another year.”
    We’re
seated and I greedily dig into the warm basket of tortilla chips and salsa.
    “Nothing
wrong with your appetite,” Brynna states dryly.
    “Shut up.”
I eat two more chips and take a sip of my virgin margarita. “This is no
margarita.”
    “So…”
Brynna lifts an eyebrow expectantly.
    “So what?”
    “Don’t be
stubborn. Talk.” She takes a bite of a chip and a long sip of her slutty
margarita and smiles smugly.
    “I hate
you right now.”
    “No you
don’t.” She waves me off with a flick of the wrist. “How do you feel about the
baby?”
    “Oh,
Sophie’s great. She’s so funny, she just giggles all the time. Here, I’ve got a
video on my phone I want to show you…” I look up into Brynna’s wide brown eyes.
“What?”
    “Stace,
are you having a seizure? Do I have to take you back to Dr. Delectable?”
    “He’s Dr.
Delicious.”
    “Whatever,
I’ll take you back to Dr. Sex-on-a-stick if I need to. You do remember that
tid-bit about you being preggers, right?”
    “Oh.” I
sit back in the seat, a chip hanging limply between my fingers. “Yeah.”
    “Right.”
    “I’m
pregnant.” I say the words again in my brain, letting them sit there and
percolate. “Without meds, or shots in the hip, or being told, month after
month, that it didn’t work.”
    Holy
shit.
    “What do
you think Isaac will say?” she asks.
    I flinch.
“Well, coincidentally,