15-05-2021-052358It-Ends-with-Us

I look... pregnant. Like you-can’t-hide-this-shit pregnant.
She puts a hand on my stomach and stares in the mirror with me.
“Have you found out if it’s a boy or a girl?”
I shake my head. “I don’t really want to know.”
“I hope it’s a girl,” she says. “Our daughters can be besties.”
“Lily?”
We both spin around to find Marshall standing in the doorway. His
eyes are on my stomach. On Allysa’s hand still on my stomach. He tilts
his head. He points at me.
“You.. .” he says, confused. “Lily, there’s a... do you realize you’re
pregnant?”
Allysa calmly walks to the door and puts her hand on the
doorknob. “There are some things you are never, ever to repeat if you
want to keep me as your wife. This is one of those things.
Understood?”
Marshall raises his eyebrows and takes a step back. “Yes. Okay. Got
it. Lily is not pregnant.” He kisses Allysa on the forehead and looks
back at me. “I am not telling you congratulations, Lily. For absolutely
nothing.” Allysa shoves him all the way out the door and closes it,
then turns back to me.
“We need to plan a baby shower,” she says.
“No. I need to tell Ryle first.”
She waves her hand dismissively. “We don’t need him to plan a
shower. We’ll just keep it between the two of us until then.”
She pulls out her laptop, and for the first time since I found out I
was pregnant, I feel happy about it.