This chapter is sorta short...actually is super short. My apologies. Thank you, once again, for all the amazing reviews. Shocking twist, ah? :)

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And I forgot something SUPER important: My beta rocks so freaking much. She's the coolest person ever, thank you for doing this for me even when you're sick. LOVE YA!

Sometimes when you're in trouble or sad or heartbroken, there's always a friend who's right next to you holding your hand. In this case, she was holding my hair while I puked. Same story, different… things. Because I needed to share this good news with someone outside of the office with a different point of view, someone who could give me a different perspective of what could or couldn't happen.

I figured her reaction was going to be the same as Chin's; tell the guy you're pregnant, he deserves to know and all that rubbish. It was, for a minute, until I told her the guy was engaged.

"God, girl, you have fantastic taste in men but the worst luck ever," Maggie says, "This is like a Mexican soap-opera - a bad one I might add."

"Well, for what is worth, Stacie seems to be a fine woman."

"Really?"

"She seemed very cheerful, but other than that she's very much in love."

"That doesn't mean she's wife material."

"She loves him, that's the only thing it matters."

"Well you love him too, right? Don't even try to tell me you let that man touch you because he was smart."

I lay on the couch, rubbing my temples with my fingers in circular motions, praying for this headache to go away. There's nothing I hated more than Maggie being right about everything she said. Yes, the only reason why I let Steve into my bed is because I've been not-so secretly in love with him.

"God, I do," I whisper, and the thought of it breaks my heart a little.

"Then why aren't you stopping this forsaken engagement?"

"Because he's happy, Maggie. He's truly happy. Who am I to ruin that happiness?"

"Nobody. Just the mother of his child."

It kind of makes sense when she puts it that way.

"Look, I already explained my reasons for not telling him nor breaking his engagement. If he's happy, then I'm gonna let him be happy."

"What about you?" she asks, coming closer to where I was laying, "When are you gonna be happy?"

"Who says I'm not?"

"I do."

And the ways she says it, so sure of herself, it makes me realize I could definitely be happier and I was seriously planning to do so, until the engagement thing. It would have been easier with Steve remaining single forever.

"This is gonna be hard," I whisper, which sounded more like a moan.

"No, you know what's going to be hard? Telling your parents. Have you thought about that?"

Dear God, I haven't.

Now I'm sure this headache wasn't going anywhere.

TBC