“What’s wrong with her?” I consider blowing him off, but the panic etched into his features is too thick. “Not wrong. She’s”—my mouth splits with an idiotic smile—“pregnant.” He scrubs a hand over his dazed face. “Pregnant. Thank fuck.” As he hauls me into a hug, he continues muttering, “I thought … I was so scared.” His voice rises with increasing excitement. “Congratulations, Chief. Jesus, I’m so happy for you guys. For us.” He pats me on the back and as he steps away with a firm grip on my shoulder, his jaw falls lax, as though he’s been handed the answers to all life’s mysteries. “I’m
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