Chapter 27
Cal
"I'm waiting, Noelle. When were you going to tell me?"
My patience with her is running thin. I've had my suspicions, but they were confirmed this morning when I watched her closer than I ever have. Since I'm the baby of a family of five and the rest of my siblings are girls, I know a thing or two about pregnant women.
"Soon," she hedges, clasping her fingers in front of her stomach. "It's getting to the point where I can't keep it to myself," she admits, tilting her head to the side. “How did you know?”
“Say it,” I press. “You haven’t told me yet. I need to hear it from you.” I’ve known her for years, so I also know her tells. The way she’s rubbing her fingers against one another says she’s nervous and perhaps lying, but I’ll give her a pass.
“I’ve known for three weeks that I’m carrying your baby," she shrugs helplessly. "Thought I had a stomach virus."