Sophie
My stomach drops as I stare into Matt's eyes. “Becky?"
“Yes, Sophie, my daughter and your friend."
“Why didn't you tell me before now?"
His palm comes to my cheek, gently cupping. “Because I was afraid you'd react as you are right now."
“I-I'm not reacting."
“You are. Your cheeks just went pale, and the gleam in your lovely eyes has dimmed."
I reach for the sheet and pull it over my breasts, unsure of what I am thinking or feeling. “I'm pregnant, remember?"
Matt's eyes open wide. “Oh damn, I forgot."
I playfully slap his arm. “I saw Becky the other day for the first time in years, and now she's going to find out about us."
He nods.
“And you think that's okay?" I ask.
“Do you think it would be better just to invite her to the wedding and let her learn there?"
I don't kn
