“Leigh?” Brielle called through the door. “Are you alone? I need to talk to you.” Her tone was serious, all doctor voice, and I bit my lip as I cast a look at Gael. There was only one thing she could be coming to tell me, and I absolutely did not want Gael here for it.
“One second!” I called out, sitting up quickly. “We’d better get dressed.” I bustled off the bed, past the pile of still-discarded shorts to pull open my dresser. There was basically nothing left except a pair of stretchy leggings, so I quickly dragged them on.
“Are those dirty? I can throw them in the laundry for you on my way out,” Gael offered, pointing to the pile.
I blushed. “Not… exactly?”
He blinked, staring at me. “How are clothes not exactly dirty?”
“They’re clean. They just don’t fit.” I gestured to the bump,
