“I just need him to be okay, Gibs. I just…I need that boy.” “Because you’ve got a bun in the oven?” “What?” I stilled, frowning. “How did you—” “Don’t worry, I can keep secrets, too,” he surprised me by saying. “Word of advice, though. I would start doubling up on those oversized hoodies if you don’t want people catching on, because, and I mean this in the kindest of ways, you’re blooming.” “Oh fuck.”
