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    The door creeps open and Natalie peeks around the side. Wouldn’t be the first time she saw me naked.
    She sits on the closed toilet lid.
    “Well, it’s official,” she says, grinning down at me, “pregnancy does make the boobs bigger.”
    As always, she’s exaggerating.
    I raise my hand from the water and flick droplets at her.
    “Are you feeling all right?” she asks, toning down the jokes. “You look exhausted.”
    “I’m pregnant,” I say flatly.
    “True, but Cam, you look like shit.”
    “Thanks.” I reach back, readjust the clip I put in my hair to keep it from getting wet, then relax my arm along the side of the tub.
    “Well, aren’t you supposed to be glowing? That’s what they say pregnant women do.”
    I shrug and shake my head against the back of the tub.
    A dull wave of pain moves through my lower back and passes as quickly as it came. I grimace and readjust my body.
    “Are you sure you’re all right?” She looks more concerned than she needs to.
    “Aches and pains. Nothing to worry about. It’s only going to get worse from here on out, I imagine. Aches and pains, that is.” I don’t know why I felt compelled to clear that last part up, except that I wanted to make sure she knew I didn’t mean it any other way.
    “Still no morning sickness?” she asks. “I’d take a little back pain over puking my guts up, any day.”
    “Nope,” I say. “But let’s not jinx it, Nat.”
    I admit, if it were actually a choice, I’d choose pain over puke, too. And so far it looks like that’s what I’m getting. I guess I’ve been one of the lucky ones who the morning sickness passes right over. And I don’t have any weird cravings, either. So, either I’m a freak of nature, or all that talk about pickles and ice cream is just a load of crap.
    I get out of the tub and wrap a towel around my body before hugging Natalie good-bye.
    Then I lie across my bed, remembering how comfortable it was. But I don’t miss this room so much, or feel any sense of longing to get back into my old life. No. The “old life” I still want to avoid, and this is the number one reason I’ve been so divided about whether to come home or not. I’ve missed my mom and Natalie, and I admit that I’ve just missed North Carolina in general. But I don’t miss it in the way that makes me want to end right back up here doing the same things I was doing before. I ran away from that lifestyle for a reason, and I’m not about to run right back to it.
    Instead of going out with Natalie and Blake later in the evening, I decide to stay here and go to bed early. I feel overly exhausted, as if my body is being drained of energy faster than normal, and the back pain hasn’t really subsided at all, either. It has been coming and going for the past few hours.
    Andrew crawls into the bed with me and lies on his side, his head propped on his knuckles. “I feel like I’m doing something I shouldn’t, being up here in your childhood room with you like this.” He grins.
    I smile slimly and bury my body deeper underneath the blanket. It’s only a little chilly outside, but I’m freezing. I pull the blanket up to my chin, curling my fingers tight around the fuzzy fabric.
    “If my dad was here,” I say, chuckling, “you’d be in Cole’s room.”
    He moves closer to me and drapes his arm over my waist. At first it seems like he’s about to take full advantage of the fact that we’re finally alone, but his expression hardens and he moves his arm from my waist and runs his fingers through the top of my hair.
    “OK, you’re starting to worry me,” he says. “You’ve been acting strange since I got back here with Blake. What’s going on?”
    I pull my body closer toward his and say, “You and Natalie both, I swear.” I gaze at him across the few inches of space between our faces.
    “Oh, so then she noticed, too?” he asks.
    I nod. “Just some back pain and generally feeling like shit, but you two fail to remember my