Angela’s eyes darted between us. “What kind of family is this? I thought you’d be happy for me!” Her voice cracked.
I inhaled sharply. “We would have been. If you had told us tomorrow. Not here. Not now. Not at the exact moment we found out our baby’s gender.”
Angela’s face twisted in anger. “You’re horrible!” she screamed. She turned and stormed out of the room.
Carl stared after her. Then his eyes widened. “Was that champagne she was holding?”
My stomach twisted. “Oh my God. I didn’t even think about that. Why is she drinking if she’s pregnant?”
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