In the minivan, Sean sat alone in the front. Michael and Sheridan cuddled in the back.
“Are you all right?” Sean asked his sister.
Sheridan sighed, swallowed hard and answered. “Yes. I'm just tired and pregnant. You of all men should know what that looks like in a woman.”
“I do,” he replied mildly.
Sheridan gasped. “I'm sorry, Michael. I didn't mean to blurt that out. Sean, keep it to yourself, okay?”
“Actually, Sean figured it out already, sweetheart,” Michael replied.
Sean glanced in the mirror to see him calming her with a hand on her cheek.
“I'm not sure why he's taking it so well, but I'm thankful.”
“I remember what it's like, that's all,” Sean said. “I remember, Sheridan, how you kept my secret. I'm in no position to throw any stones.”
“What secret?” Michael asked.
“Is it o
