“Always,” Arianna answered by grabbing the ketchup and pouring a little on the side of
the plate with her cookie. I watched her break a piece of the cookie off and dip it into the ketchup
and pop it into her mouth.
“Arianna, did you really just dump ketchup on your cookie?” Tripp asked.
Arianna pulled back from her sandwich and wiped a piece of the mayonnaise off her lip,
and I smirked seeing her eyes grow wide and look around at everyone watching her.
“I’m pregnant,” she quipped.
“Kamden, did you know this was the type of food she ate?” Tripp questioned.
I ran a hand down my face and stared at her, wondering how we got so far apart.
“She’s pregnant,” I repeated.
“He doesn’t tell me what to eat; I’m my own person, Tripp. I thought you knew that,” Ari
advised.
“We all know t
