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kitchen and the living room.
    “And?” D cuts in.
    “You okay babe?” he asks me, his shoulders
slumped. I drop James’s hand and wrap my arms around Stacy’s
shoulders. He presses his lips to my temple and tugs me into a soft
loving embrace.
    “I’m fine.” I whisper swirling my fingers on
the back of his soft neck, his blonde hair tickling my
knuckles.
    “No you’re not. I’m sorry I didn’t come to
the bathroom sooner but as soon as I got up to come in my phone
rang, it was the rehab calling. There is media camping outside the
gate into Passages, wanting to do interviews with Johnathan. I told
them what happened. Since there are no TV’s there. We’re all going
to tell him on Monday when we go to pick him up. They have a
counselor scheduled to sit with us when we do.”
    I nod.
    “I’m really sorry” he mutters against my
temple and pulls me in tighter.
    “It’s okay Stace. James came and took care of
me.” I pat the back of his head sweetly.
    “I know but it’s my job to take care of
you.”
    “It’s our job.” James interrupts.
    “Dude, stop whining and fucking tell me
what’s going on?” D breaks in and I want to haul off and slap the
shit out of him.
    Stace kisses my temple once more and releases
me then whips around fast to face Deacon.
    “Listen dick this is my motherfucking house.
You can pull shit all you want elsewhere. Not here. I will throw
your stupid ass out and not tell you damn thing. So your ass better
ask nicely or so help me!” Stacy yells. He’s on fire.
    GO STACE!
    D throws up his hands in defeat and holds
them there. “Dude, sorry. Can you please tell me what’s
doin’?”
    “Press staked out the rehab center. But
according to the director no one has gotten in or close enough to
Johnathan to tell him what’s happening. We will tell him on Monday
with trained professionals. I spoke to the media, they are blowing
up the work line asking for interviews and shit. I spoke to two
different ones. Told them we have no comment because we don’t know
the ins and outs. But we’re not confirming or denying the
allegations. The only thing that’s got us by the balls is this
chick has an ultrasound picture from a valid well-known OBGYN which
has confirmed that she is six weeks pregnant, which puts her
conception around the same time she slept with Johnathan. Plus she
has photos of them fucking.”
    I cover my mouth with my hand and suck in a
deep breath.
    Don’t cry! Don’t you do it! Don’t cry again!
Stop it you pussy. You know he’s fucked her. You saw her in the
bar. This isn’t a surprise. Suck it up! Common Em, Get a damn grip!
Everything will be fine. You will be okay. The babies are good. No
more tears! God-damnit. Stop!
    I can feel tears pooling in my eyes. If I
blink they are going to pour and I don’t know when they will stop.
I suck back another breath. Come on, I can do this, no more crying!
Be strong for your babies.
    “Em? Em?” Stacy says.
    I look up and the floodgate breaks. I toss my
arms around my best friend’s neck and sob uncontrollably into his
shoulder.
    “Why!” I cry. “Why! Can’t my life be
easy?!”
    “It’s okay Em, everything will be okay.”
Stacy says rubbing my back, holding me.
    “No it won’t! He knocked up another woman.” I
sob louder.
    “Another?” Deacon cuts in, confused.
    I yank away from Stacy. Rub the tears from my
eyes. Stalk over to D. Jam my hand into my pocket and pull out the
ultrasound picture and slap it onto the countertop in front of his
face.
    He looks down. His eyes widen and his mouth
falls open.
    Both Stacy and James are standing next to me
for support and Stacy has his hand on my shoulder.
    “I…”he says
    I cut him off. “Listen D. I know he’s your
boy and all, and you think he wraps his dick. Those.” I jam my
finger on the picture. “Are in here!” I rub my tummy. “And they
were not conceived with a wrapped dick!” I shriek frustrated.
    “You’re the woman?” he says softly,