Jasper and Mia stand huddled together, in the kitchen, like two people conspiring, their voices hushed as if they are planning a high-stakes heist.
Every few seconds, they peek around the corner at Thea, who is still slumped on the couch, sniffling dramatically into a pillow.
Jasper runs a stressed hand through his hair. "Mia, I’m losing my mind. She’s been crying for twenty minutes over pizza. What am I supposed to do?"
Mia sighs like she is about to explain basic math to a five-year-old. "Jasper, you are an absolute buffoon. She’s pregnant."
Jasper blinks. "Yeah. I know. I am the one who put her in that position, remember?"
Mia gives him a look. "And clearly, you don’t understand what it means to be pregnant."
Jasper squints. "I do understand. It means she’s going to have
