“This, you and me.” I motion between us. “This is a package deal. What I go through, you go through. You accepted those terms when you decided to be my best friend.” “I don’t remember signing any contract.” I prop my hands on my hips in irritation. “It’s a silent contract. Best friends are BOGOs. Buy one, get one. That’s us. So my pregnancy is your pregnancy.” “Yeah, you keep saying that, and every time, it makes me want to take a step farther and farther away from you.”
