“Don’t be so dramatic, Matty. You will be fine. She’s probably not even pregnant,” I say unconvincingly.
Mia doesn’t remember the last time she had her period. She’s never tracked it. Add in her sore breasts, the vomiting, and I’m almost 100 percent positive she’s pregnant.
“Okay!” she yells out.
I start the timer; then we crowd into the bathroom with her, even Matt.
None of us speak as we wait for the results. Once the timer goes off, Mia looks up to me with fear in her eyes.
“What if he doesn’t want kids? What if it's too soon? What if he’s mad at me?”
I grab her hand. “Lo loves you. He will be happy.”
Sofia grabs her other hand. “As caveman as he is? It’s probably what he was going for, Mia Pia.”
Matt speaks up from the doorway. “And if he isn’t happy, it’s my brotherly duty to kick his ass from here to Delaware.”
She chuckles at his response. He pretends he wasn’t just shitting his pants thinking about Lo finding out his role in this. That’s why I love Matt. He always knows what to say and when to say it.
“It’s time, Mia. Check it.”
She takes a deep breath and brings the test in front of us. The bright pink plus sign tells us what we already knew. Sofia and I look at Mia for her reaction. She looks as if she’s in shock, but then she drops the test and grabs her belly. She turns to us with a huge smile on her face.
“I’m pregnant!”
We laugh as we tackle her in a hug.
After we hug and laugh for a while, she stands up and gives Matt a hug. He didn’t join in our hug fest but hung back, letting us have our moment.
She whispers a thank you before picking the test up and putting it back up on the counter. Sofia follows her out of the bathroom, but I stop and hug Matt around his middle. His arms lower as he squeezes me back.
“Thanks, Matty. You’re a pretty amazing guy, you know?”
“Ew. Izzy, stop hitting on me. I’m your brother,” he teases as he ruffles my hair.
I step back just as Mia and Sofia come back with a ziplock baggie. I watch Mia put the test in the bag then wash her hands.
“So, how do I tell him?”
A mischievous smile covers my face. “I have an idea.”
They all groan.
Giovanni
My throat is dry, and I feel as if I was hit by a truck. I lean up and look around the room I’m in. I notice right away it’s not mine. It takes me a minute before I realize I’m still at Bash’s house. I rub my hand down my face as I try to remember last night.
Dancing with Izzy. Her rejecting me, again. The bottle of Jameson I snatched from the bar. Sitting outside and drinking in the dark.
I don’t remember anything else, let alone how I made it up here.
A knock on the door startles me.
“What?” I groan as I hold my head.
“Good morning, sunshine.” Bash and Lo walk into the room without waiting for an invitation.
Bash brings me a bottle of pills and some gross-looking green drink. Lo goes and flings the curtains open.
