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I wasn't sure how long we had stood there staring at each other, but when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and the panic that washed through Vera's brown eyes, I quickly closed the door behind me

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I wasn't sure how long we had stood there staring at each other, but when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and the panic that washed through Vera's brown eyes, I quickly closed the door behind me. 

I took a deep breath, "Are you...?" 

"Mhmm." Vera nods. 

I point at her belly, "Is that...?" 

"Mhmm." Vera nods again. 

I run a hand through my hair and I blink, "When—what—you—how?

"I think we all know how a baby is made, Hay." Vera chuckles as she grabs her floral robe from the arm chair basking in the afternoon light and slips it over her shoulders. She slowly takes a seat on the edge of the king bed and I join her. 

"And Sam is the father?" I question as I glance down at her belly which looked larger when she was sitting down. So this is why she was wearing all those baggy clothes. Dear god, how fucking dense can I be? It was right in front of me. 

Her lips purse as she slowly nods her head, "Yup."

"Well...that's great!" I grin as I grab onto Vera's hand and squeeze then supportively at the pleasant news. "Sam must be happy, he's told me how much he's wanted to be a father and—" 

"It's not great, Hay." Vera interrupts me suddenly and the smile, "Sam doesn't even know I'm pregnant." 

I frown in confusion at her, "What do you mean he doesn't know? Didn't you tell him the second you found out?" 

"Nope." Vera sighs as she pulls her hands from mine and covers her face, "Fuck, when I found out, I wasn't even sure if I was going to keep her. You know how some people aren't meant to be parents? That's me. I never wanted to be a mother." 

I replay a part of her words in my head, making sure I heard that correctly. Her? 

"Vera...how many weeks are you?" I ask slowly, confused as to how she already knows the gender of her baby. 

"I'll be 28 weeks on Tuesday." Vera explains as I instantly jump to my feet in shock. 

"28 weeks!" I exclaim as Vera gently grabs a hold of my hand while furiously shushing me. I was also in shock to see how small she was. Her stomach was still flat back in Spring Break.  I retake my seat next to her with a sheepish smile, "Shit, sorry. It's just...you're 28 weeks in and haven't told anyone yet? Not even your parents?" 

"Fuck no. The only ties I still have with them is through a trust fund. Last time I saw them was  when they finally decided to get a divorce and I so desperately needed to be there to comfort my poor mother." Vera explains sarcastically and rolls her eyes at the previous situation, "Yet another reason why I never wanted to have a baby. I'll be just like my joke of a mother." 

"Shut the fuck up, V." I say harshly as I hold her hands in mine and turn my body to hers, "You will not be a joke of a mother. Noah and I are basically children and I think you've done a pretty good job raising us." 

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