It's funny how life works. One minute, you and two of your best guy friends could be having a Nerf gunfight, and then the next minute, you could be stuck in a closet, trying not to listen to a conversation that wasn't meant for you to hear.

This was exactly what happened to Garrett and I. We thought Julia and Peyton were having a girl's day, so we thought we would have a boys day. We invited Jared over, and naturally, one thing led to another, and we ended up busting out the old Nerf guns. Julia frowned upon us using them around Will, but he wasn't here, so we took this golden opportunity to drink beer and gang up on Jared. The only thing was, the girls came back earlier than we anticipated. Garret and I were hiding in the hall closet, waiting to pounce on Jared, who, in all honesty, we had no idea where he was. If Garrett wasn't so scared of Julia, we could have come out already, but she would have been mad that we drank all of the beer and we lost all of the Nerf darts all around her house. She would find one eventually and we would be busted, but I guess Garrett didn't think too far into the future. I took a sip of my beer, set my gun down and waited for the girls to leave. This wasn't my idea of fun. I just hoped Jared got the memo, and stayed in his hiding place.

"How's married life?" Julia asked Peyton.

"Ugh" I grunted under my breath. "Can we sneak out? Does your house have trap doors?"

"Sorry bro," Garrett sighed, feeling my pain. It wasn't that I was jealous of Kennedy; I knew she was happy; it was just that no matter what I did, I would have never been enough for her. I guess in the long run, I should be glad that I wasn't good enough. I would have ended up ruining her life, and that would have ended up ruining mine.

"If she asks who was better in bed, I will kill myself," I whispered to Garrett, who was enjoying himself too much.

"Do girls talk about that shit? I thought it was only guys."

"Who fucking knows," I sighed. "Can we please just come out of the closet already."

"I'm married, but I mean, if you feel the need to come out of the closet, nothing is stopping you." Garrett chuckled to himself. I punched him hard enough to make a sound.

"What was that?" Peyton asked.

"I don't know, maybe it was Daisy. I saw Garrett's car outside, but I thought he was hanging out with John today. Maybe John came and got him."

"Dude, stop being scared of your wife. The fact that they will think we are eavesdropping on them will get you in more trouble than a fucking Nerf gunfight."

"You're right," Garrett said, standing up. Just as he was about to turn the doorknob, one of the girls said a word that made both of us freeze.

"Wait, what?" Julia asked.

"I don't know if I have just been stressed from recording, or the whole John/Kennedy situation, but I am three months late."

"Three months? You are just now telling me that you are three months late?"

"I bet it's nothing," Peyton sighed. I imagined she was pushing her bangs out of her face. It was what she did when she was frustrated.

"But I mean, you don't really think you are pregnant do you?"

"No. I don't know. I mean, I haven't been sick at all. I don't feel any different. I think its just stress."

"Car. Now." Julia said. I heard the dangling of keys.

"Why?"

"We need to find out if you are going to have a little Kennedy," Julia said. There were some protests from Peyton, but eventually we heard the door slam. Garrett and I came out of our hiding place and went to look for Jared, who was sitting on the top of the stairs. He heard the conversation too. None of us said a word about what we had just heard, we just skimmed the rooms, looking for the Nerf darts before Garrett got in trouble.

/\\/\\/\\

No matter what we did, I couldn't take my mind off of it. What if Peyton really was pregnant? She was my oldest friend, and it would honestly be weird to see her all puffy and pregnant.

"John," Garrett said, impersonating a zombie in the movie we were watching. "I want to eat your brains."

"God knows he doesn't have any. Does that mean you want mine?" Jared said, hopping up on the couch and grabbing a pillow to use as protection. Garrett hopped up as well. A duel was about to happen, and I didn't even feel like laughing at how stupid they looked.

"What did I tell you?" Peyton was asking as soon as she opened back door.

"Oh shut up. Garret, Jared, why are you standing on the couch?" Julia said, looking into the living room.

I got up to help them carry the bags in from outside. I grabbed a few and set them on the counter. Peyton's phone started ringing, and her face lit up as soon as she looked at the caller id. I assumed it was Kennedy. She took the call outside.

"Thanks for helping," Julia motioned to the groceries.

"Sure," I nodded, starting to unpack the bags. I finally hit the jackpot. I would no longer have to skirt around the fact that I overheard their conversation earlier.

"Is this…" I said, holding the pregnancy test in the air.

"Mine! Yep. That's mine." Julia said, nervously. "Don't tell Garrett," she whispered. Lying for your best friend. Something I have done, but not something I wanted Julia to be doing right now.

"Trying to give Will a little brother or sister?" I asked, leaning against the cabinet.

"Uh, not really trying," Julia shrugged, grabbing the box out of my hand. Just then Peyton entered the room and saw Julia holding the box. Her face fell as she looked from Julia to me and then back to Julia.

"You told him?" she asked, walking over and grabbing the box.

"No. I didn't, but you just did." Julia sighed, gathering all of the paper bags and stuffing them in the pantry.

"Don't tell Kennedy," she begged me. "Not that I even know if I am yet."

"What are you waiting for?" Julia asked, spanking Peyton and pushing her towards the bathroom.

This was almost entertaining, had it not been Peyton and Kennedy's lives that may or may not have been about to change.

/\\/\\/\\

"It's negative," Peyton said, strolling out of the bathroom like a boss.

"Alright!" Julia said, giving her a high five.

"Those things are wrong a lot," I said, popping a grape into my mouth. Peyton just glared at me.

"Whatever."

"They really are. You should go to a doctor just to make sure."

"No, that's stupid."

"I was just trying to help."

"Peyton, he has a point," Julia chimed in.

"Are you kidding me? Fine. Let's go Julia."

"Can't. Garrett and I are having dinner with his parents."

"I'll take you and then I will drop you off at home when we're done," I said, grabbing my keys.

"Fine, but this is an absolute waste of time."

"Maybe it is, but at least you'll know for sure."

/\\/\\/\\

"I fucking hate the doctor. And I fucking hate you," was all she said to me the whole drive. I guess she REALLY wanted me to know. It was mid-afternoon so barely anyone was here. Just a few couples with screaming infants. Not my idea of fun.

"What if you were pregnant? Would Kennedy be freaked out?" I asked, looking around the waiting room.

"Probably not. I mean. We've only been married a few days. It's a little soon. I'm only 22. I don't want kids yet. I'm not pregnant."

"Okay," I said, throwing my hands up in defeat. "Let's just leave then."

"Really?" she asked.

"Peyton Brock," the receptionist called. That one stung a little bit. I hadn't actually heard anyone call her that yet.

"Let's just go so we can prove to everyone that I am, for a fact, not pregnant," she said, grabbing her jacket. "Are you coming?"

/\\/\\/\\/\\

"Do these posters have to be so graphic?" I asked, feeling like I might lose my lunch any second.

"Oh god, I know. I feel like they are trying to scare you into abstaining from sex."

"That would work for me," I said, sitting down. They had already taken blood and gotten Peyton to pee in a cup, which I thought was funny. She hated doing that. We were just awaiting the results. The knock on the door had me nervous, but not Peyton.

"Mrs. Brock," the doctor said, taking a seat and opening her charts. "Our tests show that you are, in fact, pregnant. Congratulations!"

I don't think I had ever seen someone turn that shade of white in my whole entire life. The force she used to grip the chair was making me hurt. I felt sorry for that chair.

"If you would hop up here, we can use the ultrasound to tell how far along you are," the doctor continued without even noticing that Peyton had forgotten how to breath.

"Peyton," I said, nudging her with my arm. Nothing. "Peyton,"

"There has to be a mistake," she said, finally looking at the doctor. "You're wrong. I'm not pregnant."

"I'm sorry," the doctor said, flipping back through her charts, "but you are. Now if you would just let us see how far along you are and schedule your next appointment, you could be on your way. Mr. Brock, can you help me get her over here?"

"He's not my husband," Peyton said, still staring straight ahead. It seemed like she was in shock.

It took us a while to get her to cooperate, but we found out that she was three and a half months pregnant.

On the drive home neither of us talked, but I knew she was thinking the same thing I was.

There was just as much of a chance that this baby could be mine as there was that it could be Kennedy's.

That was probably why Peyton was silently crying in the passengers seat.

So much for her happy ending.