I don't have to wait very long to find out if my life can get any worse.
When Lucy gets home from her shift, she has a bottle of wine with her. I've sneaked out of my room to grab something to eat - I don't have any chocolate cake on hand, but I settle for the remains of a chocolate bunny I got for Easter - and she catches me just as I'm trying to stealth my way back into my room.
"Here," she says, opening up the bottle of wine. "You need this."
After last night's drunken escapades, I'm not sure drinking is such a great idea, but when Lucy shoves the open bottle into my hands, I don't have the strength to resist.
"Didn't you hear?" I ask her wryly. "Supposedly I'm pregnant."
"Psh. Like hell you are. And I'm a leprechaun." She nods toward the bottle. "That one's all yours."
She doesn'
