Gwen beamed, holding a pregnancy test kit. “We’re pregnant!”
“Oh,” I said, genuinely surprised. “Congratulations!”
“And,” Gwen added, that smirk I’d grown to hate spreading across her face, “I guess that means we won’t be moving out anytime soon.”
My hands tightened around the dish I was washing. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to you both about that. I think it’s time you found your own place. I didn’t agree to—”
Tyler cut me off with a laugh. “Not happening, sis. You wouldn’t throw out your pregnant sister-in-law, would you? That’s harsh.”
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