“I’m fine, I’m fine, let me go!” Carlos threw off his mother and Bo’s restraining arms and stalked out of the room.
Bo took a long sip of her drink, her knuckles white.
“I hope you’re ready to be a single mother of two,” Julian said, almost whispering. “One of whom will demand s*x occasionally and is big enough to throw you through a wall.”
“You did your best to provoke him,” Bo said.
“I didn’t have to try very hard.”
Ted stepped back into the dining room, tucking his phone into his pocket and calling, “All right then, let’s eat!”—just in time for Bo, suddenly clutching her rounded belly, to lean over into the empty chair beside her and throw up.
Rafi caught the eye of the returning waiter and whispered, “I’d like a to-go box.”
